Do It For Me
Verse 1
Better stop you now
Don’t go stupid now
You’re upsetting the cool in me
And the more I fight it
Get more excited
Girl you got me falling so deep
You should a be illegal
You outta be banned
A government warning baby
To every man yeah
Chorus
You came to rock my party
With your sexy body
You’re my super hottie
You do it for me
Gotta have you for my lady
If not I’ll go crazy
I love the way you play me
Coos you do it for me
Verse 2
Girl you look so fine
Shaking your behind
Everybody been loosing their mind in here
The players mumbling
The waiters fumbling
The heat’s getting fierce in here
You should a be illegal
You outta be banned
A government warning baby
To every man yeah
Chorus
Bridge 1
The players mumbling
The waiters fumbling
You’ve got us stumbling
The heat’s getting fierce in here
(one) The players mumbling
(and) The waiters fumbling
(ooh) You’ve got us stumbling
The heat’s getting fierce in here
Bridge 2
Do it baby do it baby do it for me
Do it baby baby baby do it for me
Do it baby do it baby do it for me
Do it baby baby baby do it for me
Verse 3
Must be Jezebell rezurected
As Venus totally perfected
I want us to be connected
And you got me scared
I said
Must be Jezebell rezurected
As Venus totally perfected
I want us to get connected
But you got me scared yeah
Chorus
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