Oh Yeah
She likes me
But the size of her love, well it's frightening
She's batting her eyes in morse code
She's saying bling, bling, bling it's time to take me home
She says "you're getting excited"
I'm tired of trying to fight it,
("Don't fight it")
So turn on the kettle
Preheat the oven
When the water starts to boil it's time to start . . .
(Oh yeah) She likes to dish the dirt with me
(Oh yeah) She likey like the birds and bees
(Oh yeah) She likes to put her hips to work
(Oh yeah) She likes to make me go berserk
She's nineteen
I find this very enticing
You see it's hard to find
A girl with her state of mind
I heard she's into scratching and biting
I want this promise in writing
We can write it in the sky in lightning
Well dinner's been served so let's move to the bed
I can turn down the lights and give you . . .
(Oh yeah) She likes to dish the dirt with me
(Oh yeah) She likey like the birds and bees
(Oh yeah) She likes to put her hips to work
(Oh yeah) She likes to make me go berserk
I tried to keep this love a secret
I won't tell if you won't tell
I must confess my whole world
Smells of . . .
But the size of her love, well it's frightening
She's batting her eyes in morse code
She's saying bling, bling, bling it's time to take me home
She says "you're getting excited"
I'm tired of trying to fight it,
("Don't fight it")
So turn on the kettle
Preheat the oven
When the water starts to boil it's time to start . . .
(Oh yeah) She likes to dish the dirt with me
(Oh yeah) She likey like the birds and bees
(Oh yeah) She likes to put her hips to work
(Oh yeah) She likes to make me go berserk
She's nineteen
I find this very enticing
You see it's hard to find
A girl with her state of mind
I heard she's into scratching and biting
I want this promise in writing
We can write it in the sky in lightning
Well dinner's been served so let's move to the bed
I can turn down the lights and give you . . .
(Oh yeah) She likes to dish the dirt with me
(Oh yeah) She likey like the birds and bees
(Oh yeah) She likes to put her hips to work
(Oh yeah) She likes to make me go berserk
I tried to keep this love a secret
I won't tell if you won't tell
I must confess my whole world
Smells of . . .
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Forbes, Jack Kennedy Herkel, Julien Louis Marc Aletti, Raphael Aletti
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