Solar

Go to work!

I see you watching how my body moves
I know I got you breaking all your rules
I caught your eye, you ask my name
So I say S-O-L-A-R
An angel from the stars
But I, I
Don't mind, your style
So why don't you come on over here?
Then maybe baby I can show ya
What I told ya

They call me Solar
(Solar)
Hot as the summer
(Solar)
They call me Solar
(Solar)
Boy come over
(Solar)

Stop!
Go to work
I never learned to share
You gotta make it work
All the pretty girls
I make them bitches twerk
I'm the big guns while you playing with your nerf
Uh, I'll leave you in the dirt
It's all about me
I love a little flirt
Collecting all the boys
And put 'em in my purse
He loves the bling-bling on my little t-shirt

Touch me, touch me
You fill me up like chubby bunny
And I know your hubby love me
Cause he's calling me his lovely honey
(Solar! So-Solar!)
Calling my name like
(Solar! Solar!)
He slurp me up like a solarsoda
I don't care about the colour of your collar

They call me Solar
(Solar)
Hot as the summer
(Solar)
They call me Solar
(Solar)
Boy come over
(Solar)



Credits
Writer(s): Solange Bradley
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