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Kirsten Childs
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Give It Up
You ready, Vivica? I think so Let's go over it one more time Okay Look bored Don't smile Wag my head And roll my eyes A lot
Good! And if he says something stupid? I go 'Tsk, hm' And if he says something nice? I go 'Tsk, hm' And if you like him? Then I go 'Hmm hm' Good!
Now, what if it's a slow song? Then I head for the punch bowl No, no, no First of all They've got the punch spiked With Akadama Plum Wine Oh, right And second of all How you gonna get a date on grand night If you never let a boy grind on you Or let a boy slob on you Just a little bit?
But, Emily Why can't we just talk to these boys? You wanna talk at a party? Are you out of your mind?
Give it up Give it up Give it up Give up the booty Give it up Give up the booty Oh, baby, baby, baby Give it up Give it up Cause tonight I'm getting with you Baby, you won't know what hit you Let me paint a little picture Of the way I'm gonna get you Give it up
I'm gonna show you my pecs I'm gonna show you my sex I spiked the punch with Akadama Gotta hunch ain't no pajama party atmosphere Happening up in here Give it up
Desire Desire Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Desire in the air You're my desire supplier You're napping up my hair When I hear your moans My teenage hormones Make me frisky like a pup Give me a bone Baby, come on And give it up
Oh, look There's Gregory Robinson! Hi, Gregory! Put your hand down, Vivica What? Put it down, put it down Put it down, put it down, put it down But that's Gregory Robinson I don't care if it's Smokey Robinson Put your damn hand down
Well, dog gone it, Emily The music's on They're standing there We're standing here And we're rolling our eyes And we're wagging our heads And we're sucking our teeth Like we're supposed to So, what is their problem?
Oh, baby, baby, baby I am scared I am scared And my palms are kinda sweating And my pants are almost wetting And this pressure is upsetting And there's no way I'm forgetting I am scared
If i could know in advance That when I ask her to dance She wouldn't act like she was nauseous Then I wouldn't be so cautious Wondering what she thinks Rejection stinks I am scared
Just offer your hand, boy That's all you have to do Obey my mental command, boy Before the song is through
To hell with thinking It's time for drinking Liquid courage from a cup of party brew Then it's on you to give it up Girl, give it up
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