Sugar2me
Flippin' through the pages of my little black book
To many girls that like to be shook
Amy's old news and Shawna a freak
Nikki's always down for takin' a peek
Three-star numbers won't do it for me
Searchin' out the fours that'll do it for free
Who's it gonna be?
They all come runnin', come runnin', come runnin', ta see...
Say your comin' over
I know your comin' over
I hope your comin' over, cuz ya sure look sugar ta me
Your comin' over cuz its Saturday night
I hope your comin' over cuz ya sure look sugar
Rollin' into Jimmy's, hookin' up with my friends
That's right they're dressed to the tens
Bustin' through the doors, yeah we're making a scene
Split wide open like a fava bean
Ronnie's buyin' shots, Adam's out in the back
Glenn's rollin' joints from a paper sack
Who's getting' higher than me? That's right!
SOLO!
Well, peoples hammin' jammin' getting out on the floor
Bands really slammin' and they're makin' a roar
Swingin' from the rafters and raisin' hell
Never gonna stop till the seventh bell
Eyein' all the dolls and lookin' ta see
Which one of these fine lady's
Is gonna come home with me?
All the girls runnin', come runnin',come runnin' ta see
Well I leavin' with a fine foxy honey named Terri
Say your comin' over
I know your comin' over
I hope your comin' over, cuz ya sure look sugar ta me
Your comin' over cuz its Saturday night
I hope your comin' over cuz ya sure look sugar
To many girls that like to be shook
Amy's old news and Shawna a freak
Nikki's always down for takin' a peek
Three-star numbers won't do it for me
Searchin' out the fours that'll do it for free
Who's it gonna be?
They all come runnin', come runnin', come runnin', ta see...
Say your comin' over
I know your comin' over
I hope your comin' over, cuz ya sure look sugar ta me
Your comin' over cuz its Saturday night
I hope your comin' over cuz ya sure look sugar
Rollin' into Jimmy's, hookin' up with my friends
That's right they're dressed to the tens
Bustin' through the doors, yeah we're making a scene
Split wide open like a fava bean
Ronnie's buyin' shots, Adam's out in the back
Glenn's rollin' joints from a paper sack
Who's getting' higher than me? That's right!
SOLO!
Well, peoples hammin' jammin' getting out on the floor
Bands really slammin' and they're makin' a roar
Swingin' from the rafters and raisin' hell
Never gonna stop till the seventh bell
Eyein' all the dolls and lookin' ta see
Which one of these fine lady's
Is gonna come home with me?
All the girls runnin', come runnin',come runnin' ta see
Well I leavin' with a fine foxy honey named Terri
Say your comin' over
I know your comin' over
I hope your comin' over, cuz ya sure look sugar ta me
Your comin' over cuz its Saturday night
I hope your comin' over cuz ya sure look sugar
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Writer(s): Eric Woodring
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