Blame The Booty

Leslie And The Lys

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    Call me
    Now call me later tell me if you really care
    If you think that you know me then prove it
    If you were a tote bag filled with beach toys I would take you to the mall and try to lost it
    Hop on that moped we can go thirty miles an hour
    After that hour buy me roses, candy, chips and flowers
    I know you've got a crush but what can I do?
    I prefer a little lovin' with my marinated tofu

    On my giant trampoline I go "bounce bounce" you fall in love with every ounce ounce
    On my giant trampoline I go "bounce bounce" you fall in love with every ounce ounce
    Holler if you hear me, holler holler,
    Holler if you fear me, holler holler.

    Don't, yeah, don't blame me, yeah,
    Blame my booty, yeah, Cos it's such a cutey.
    Don't, yeah, don't blame me, yeah,
    Blame my booty, yeah, Cos it's such a cutey.

    A case of corn fed, un wed, drop dead girl.
    Just bootylicious booty breaking your heart.

    Hold up, hold up.
    Please don't hate 'cos I play the game
    And I tease them with bait fo' sure
    Me and you, on a blanket for two
    You crack open a little of Sahara Mist
    You speak of my beauty and how you're enchanted
    You promise your love proposing every wish & how you'll grant it/
    And every heartland honey just loves to please
    Those corn fed girls in the wal-mart jeans

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    On my giant trampoline I go "bounce bounce" you fall in love with every ounce ounce
    On my giant trampoline I go "bounce bounce" you fall in love with every ounce ounce
    Holler if you hear me, holler holler,
    Holler if you fear me, holler holler.

    Don't, yeah, don't blame me, yeah,
    Blame my booty, yeah, Cos it's such a cutey.
    Don't, yeah, don't blame me, yeah,
    Blame my booty, yeah, Cos it's such a cutey.

    I case of corn fed, un wed, drop dead girl.
    Just bootylicious booty breaking your heart.

    'Cos if you're looking for a lady
    One that you can call your baby
    And if you're looking to spoil me, royally oily and constantly.
    I'm not playing hard to get, no. I'm just hard to get.
    My booty, guilty. A booty loveliness

    On my giant trampoline I go "bounce bounce" you fall in love with every ounce ounce
    On my giant trampoline I go "bounce bounce" you fall in love with every ounce ounce
    Holler if you hear me, holler holler,
    Holler if you fear me, holler holler.

    Don't, yeah, don't blame me, yeah,
    Blame my booty, yeah, Cos it's such a cutey.
    Don't, yeah, don't blame me, yeah,
    Blame my booty, yeah, Cos it's such a cutey.

    A case of corn fed, un wed, drop dead girl.
    Just bootylicious booty breaking your heart.

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