Click Clack (Front N Back)

Met him as a waiter at a restaurant
Hips swaying to a disco folk beat
I was like hooh can I get some sesame seeds
On the top of these fresh baked buns please
Now we headed off into the sunset
Just me and sweet cheeks in the front seat
Here's a love letter to the boys that know
How to get their butts free
Put your seat belt on

Thick at the top and all tight at the bottom
And if you're combing it you're fine
But I don't mind if you're not
And when he wanna drop it down
I promptly buy him an ottoman
In the meantime better get that behind (poppin')

You got mah fever hot and I'm burnin' up
Did somebody pop it up but don't stop
Is that was working their perky butts
So enamored with the shake and perfect (girth of your) curvature
When my turn to get a permit
To confirm that it's firm enough

Boys get your booty low
I wanna see all of the boys
Get their booty low
And ladies I don't care
If you move your load too
But I think it's only fair
That the boys get a go to get their booty low
Boys get your booty low

I wanna see all of the boys
Get their booty low
And ladies I don't care
If you move your load too
But I think it's only fair
That the boys get a go to get their booty low

Met him on the jetty down at the seashore
Butt bumping all around in them speedos
I was like hi he was like hi
I was like what you mean like hi or high like high like my libido
Now we're riding on a tandem bike
Just get me something strong I can stand behind
Then I got him on a string, so his hams are mine
Put your seat belt on

Don't mind me I just wanna sight see
Eyes are on them tight cheeks
Kinda like a ripe peach
And a Heinie, Roxanne, Rasiel, Jock Strap
If he's moving in then I'm
Giving him his bonds back

Call me the landlord
Tyrant of the dance floor
Whatcha got a button holding up your pants for?
Coz it keeps my thoughts in your chinos or
On your jeans or cords or ya b-ball shorts

Boys get your booty low
I wanna see all of the boys
Get their booty low
And ladies I don't care
If you move your load too
But I think it's only fair
That the boys get a go to get their booty low
Boys get your booty low

I wanna see all of the boys
Get their booty low
And ladies I don't care
If you move your load too
But I think it's only fair
That the boys get a go to get their booty low

Talkin 'bout the kind of guy with the wit to trump me
And a nice big lump sum up in them undies
Serves up that lunch when I'm hungry
Coz he knows that I love that rump meat
I see you dressed in a suit and your best pair of blue suede shoes
Got your groove on like Fred Astaire
That you'd be be better if you loosen your derriere
Put your seatbelt on

Men kid themselves thinking that I'm letting them hit on me
Coz I need to go to bed to get ahead in the industry
I would glad pretend I'm wrapped around their fingers smile and wink
And let him get up to buy a drink and admire the symmetry
The guys and women that wreckin' biceps don't stand a chance
Forget about the thighs and abs
Say whatcha want? Badonkadonk
Whatcha want? Badonkadonk

Boys get your booty low
I wanna see all of the boys
Get their booty low
And ladies I don't care
If you move your load too
But I think it's only fair
That the boys get a go to get their booty low
Boys get your booty low

I wanna see all of the boys
Get their booty low
And ladies I don't care
If you move your load too
But I think it's only fair
That the boys get a go to get their booty low

Whatcha want? Badonkadonk
Whatcha want? Badonkadonk
Whatcha want? Badonkadonk
Whatcha want?



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Turier, Sally Coleman, Erica Mallett
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