It ain't so much, a question, of not, knowing what to do I've known what's right and wrong since i've been ten I've heard a lot of stories, and i reckon, that they're true About how girls are put upon by men I know i mustn't fall into the pit But when i'm with a fellar i forget
Whatcha gonna do when a fella gets flirty Starts to talk dirty? Whatcha gonna do? Supposin' that he says that your lips are like cherries Roses or berries? Whatcha gonna do? Supposin' that he says that you're sweeter than cream And he's gotta have cream all day? Whatcha gonna do when he talks that way, huh? Spit in his eye?
*spit*
I'm just a fool who can't say no Kissin's my favorite food With or without the mistletoe Hey i'm in a holiday mood
Other girls play coy and hard to catch But other girls ain't having any fun Everytime i lose that wrestling match I have a funny feeling that i've won
Though i can feel the undertow I never make a complaint Till its too late for restraint Then when i want to i can't I can't sayyyyyy oh no
I can't say no oh oh no oh oh no ohoh no no no no yeah Yeah..... Yes yes yesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.