Them Girls

(álbum: Ghost Town - 2015)

Got a body like Coca-Cola
bright eyes like a supernova
I'm just trying to be a Casanova
I just wanna get-get below ya
What the hell am I supposed to do?
Gotta see it from my point of view
God bless, I confess that the heart on my chest is a mess
So when I see a honey rocking a dress...

They look good but they acting bad
Playing with all my attention span
Yeah, the wear slips like an hourglass
And my god, have you seen that... face?
And I can keep going on and on
Baby, just gotta have 'em all
Not one, not two, I need more than a few
Call me rude but I just need a little something to do

Them girls! Them girls!
How I, how I love them girls!
Them girls! Them girls!
How I, I love to see them twirl
Cuz there ain't nothing I love more
Than pyst out on the floor
Them girls! Them girls!
How I, how I love them (girls)

Taste good like sweet molasses
So sweet but I gotta have it
Them girls like a-black magic
Gotta love 'em when they shake those... hips
No matter what I try to do
They got me stuck like superglue
God bless, I confess that the heart on my chest is a mess
So when I see a honey rocking a dress...

Them girls! Them girls!
How I, how I love them girls!
Them girls! Them girls!
How I, I love to see them twirl
Cuz there ain't nothing I love more
Than pyst out on the floor
Them girls! Them girls!
How I, how I love them (girls)

Them girls! Them girls!
How I love them girls
Them girls! Them girls!
How I love them girls, them girls, them girls, them girls...