She ain't no champagne girl Whiskey on the rocks in her own little world High heels redhead, jeans painted on With that red lipstick singing let's get it on The song, the song coming through your radio, feel the beat Pump, pump to Marvin Gaye, baby let's go
(Hey!) Swingin' like a lot of flame, insane Friday night, feeling right, rocking like a hurricane (Whoa!) Hit you like a freight train, love pain Good time, moonshine, party like crazy
Hands in the air just waving, waving Girl getting low down, baby, baby The way she gets me high, with those seductive eyes Blowing up my heart, boom, boom She's dynamite
Whoa, whoa
She packs a pistol in her purse The girls James Dean, she'll hit you where it hurts The real deal, don't care what anybody think She gets what she wants, finds what she needs The song, the song coming through your radio, feel the beat Pump, pump to Billie Jean, baby let's go
(Hey!) Swingin' like a lot of flame, insane Friday night, feeling right, rocking like a hurricane (Whoa!) Hit you like a freight train, love pain Good time, moonshine, party like crazy
Hands in the air just waving, waving Girl getting low down, baby, baby The way she gets me high, with those seductive eyes Blowing up my heart, boom, boom She's dynamite
Whoa, whoa
The summer song coming through your radio, feel the beat Pump, pump to Jay-Z, baby let's go Come on!
(Hey!) Swingin' like a lot of flame, insane Friday night, feeling right, rocking like a hurricane (Whoa!) Hit you like a freight train, love pain Good time, moonshine, party like crazy
Hands in the air just waving, waving Girl getting low down, baby, baby The way she gets me high, with those seductive eyes Blowing up my heart, boom, boom She's dynamite
Whoa, whoa (Whoa!) Whoa, whoa Whoa (Hey!), whoa (Dynamite) Whoa She's dynamiteTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
