Show Me
Oolala, first flight out of MIA
Oolala, pop up on me, don't be late
We don't need chase
Call me up, if your man ain't home
Run it up, buss it down
Show me how it go, yeah
Don't tell me how you feel, don't need to roll the dice (ooh)
But fuck it girl, you might as well just spend the night
'Cause oolala, oolala, way she throw it back yeah
Yeah, 'way she back all of my yak yeah (back all of my yak)
Said she love me, that's a fact yeah
Yeah, 'way she look me in my eyes, make me want it more
Strip down for me, baby girl, what you waiting for?
Only rocking satin silk, Ritz Hotel robes
I like you and you like Ace, won't you pour some more?
Mm, yeah
We can book a flight to Cannes by the weekend come
Blasting Loft Music in a mansion, oh my Lord
She span it round, 'lil mama made my kingdom come
Brought a friend, double down for ménage à trois
Oolala, first flight out of MIA
Oolala, pop up on me, don't be late
We don't need chase
Call me up, if your man ain't home
Run it up, buss it down
Show me how it go, yeah
She work through the week, just to get dick on the weekend
I got one night for you, I might just leave in the A.M
But she jumped in the pool she want good sex (sex)
Way she pressing on me, she might leave a dent
Oolala, first flight out of MIA
Oolala, pop up on me, don't be late
We don't need chase
Call me up, if your man ain't home
Run it up, buss it down
Show me how it go, yeah
Oolala, pop up on me, don't be late
We don't need chase
Call me up, if your man ain't home
Run it up, buss it down
Show me how it go, yeah
Don't tell me how you feel, don't need to roll the dice (ooh)
But fuck it girl, you might as well just spend the night
'Cause oolala, oolala, way she throw it back yeah
Yeah, 'way she back all of my yak yeah (back all of my yak)
Said she love me, that's a fact yeah
Yeah, 'way she look me in my eyes, make me want it more
Strip down for me, baby girl, what you waiting for?
Only rocking satin silk, Ritz Hotel robes
I like you and you like Ace, won't you pour some more?
Mm, yeah
We can book a flight to Cannes by the weekend come
Blasting Loft Music in a mansion, oh my Lord
She span it round, 'lil mama made my kingdom come
Brought a friend, double down for ménage à trois
Oolala, first flight out of MIA
Oolala, pop up on me, don't be late
We don't need chase
Call me up, if your man ain't home
Run it up, buss it down
Show me how it go, yeah
She work through the week, just to get dick on the weekend
I got one night for you, I might just leave in the A.M
But she jumped in the pool she want good sex (sex)
Way she pressing on me, she might leave a dent
Oolala, first flight out of MIA
Oolala, pop up on me, don't be late
We don't need chase
Call me up, if your man ain't home
Run it up, buss it down
Show me how it go, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Alan Jay Lerner, Frederick Loewe
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