Show Me What You're Workin' With

(album: Drinks After Work - 2013)

Hey, I got a feeling that under that dress
You got the kind of body 'd make the innocent confess.
It'd be a crime if I went home tonight without seeing it, aw, seeing it.
Come on, pretty mama show me what you're working with.

Well the music is loud and the dance floor is jumping
Back it up baby and show me a little something, something.
We both know that you got it; there 'aint no use in hiding it
Come on, pretty mama show me what you're working with.

Aw shake it up girl; I'm 'bout to blow a fuse.
Break it down and give me something I can use
The way you bump and grind and swivel them hips,
Put a little bit of that with a little bit of this.

You're a real fire box honey, just about hot as it gets. Aw yeah.
So come on, pretty mama show me what you're working with. Ugh.

I 'aint hard up, honey, I've been around.
I met some might fine fillies in this one-horse town.
But you got me thinking I 'aint seen nothing yet. Aw, nothing yet.
So, come on, pretty mama show me what you're working with.

Shake it up girl; I'm 'bout to blow a fuse.
Back it up and give me something I can use.
The way you bump and grind and swivel them hips,
Put a little bit of that with a little bit of this.

You're a real fire box honey, just about hot as it gets. Aw yeah.
Come on, pretty mama show me what you're working with. Aw yeah,

So come on, pretty mama show me what you're working with. Aw, aw yeah.