Shady Love

Scissor Sisters

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    Give me a bump and I hop out the whip
    Girl, what you drinking? Boy, give me a sip
    I'ma get looser than you do
    And then do my voodoo
    Then chill in the booth with your bitch
    And that bitch don't have the cheap on
    I don't know what drugs is she on
    She gon' bring her friends and we go'n
    Hand in hand that's word to reach on
    I got the purp and the rizzilific
    He wanna get sentimental with shit
    Let's get this show on the road where the grass is the most
    So you don't get no weeds on your lip

    I'm gonna get my shady love
    I'm gonna get my shady love
    Shady love, shady love
    I'm, I'm gonna get my
    I'm gonna get my
    I'm gonna get my shady love
    I'm gonna get my shady love
    Shady love, shady love
    I'm, I'm gonna
    I'm gonna
    I'm, I'm-I'm-I'm
    Shady love, shady love, shady love
    Shady love, shady love, shady love

    Why so tough
    You see me running, but you can't keep up
    So let me slow down for you
    Baby what, say what ya looking for
    I can give ya, give ya

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    I was walking and talking
    'Bout this bitch I met out in Boston
    Who I didn't see very often but
    Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm
    She gon' vote for Obama
    And she likes to dance to Madonna
    Chops as eight just like Benihana so
    Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm
    We gon' hop in this hoopty
    And she'll take me out to the movies
    Let me feel all up on her boobies so
    Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm
    Now she's touching my booty
    And she's rolling on black beauty
    I'm gon get-to, get to my duties so
    Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm

    Shady love, shady love, shady love
    Shady love, shady love, shady love
    I'm gonna get my shady love
    I'm gonna get my shady love
    Shady love, shady love
    I'm, I'm gonna get my
    I'm gonna get my
    I'm gonna get my shady love
    I'm gonna get my shady love
    Shady love, shady love
    I'm, I'm gonna
    I'm gonna
    I'm, I'm-I'm-I'm

    One jock trick shows on the top when the jig's up
    Come get your man, cause he on my block
    We fly 'cause the nips don't slip
    When they flick them flips da-da-dit
    Cause the beats don't stop
    My ice tea's your skeeze, his knees
    I pop that cork in his face
    Then I just say: Cheese!
    Got stacks, got chips, got G's
    Watch it bubble up, double up
    Baby, come snuggle up in the jacuuz
    What cha know 'bout the rub-a-dub?

    Why so tough
    You see me running, but you can't keep up
    So let me slow down for you
    Baby what, say what ya looking for
    I can give ya, give ya
    Shady love, shady love, shady love
    Shady love, shady love, shady love

    Why so tough
    You see me running, but you can't keep up
    So let me slow down for you
    Baby what, say what ya looking for
    I can give ya, give ya

    Song details

    Composition: Babydaddy, Jake Shears, Boysnoize, and Miss Banks

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