Robin Thicke - Blurred Lines ft. T.I., Pharrell

Everybody get up

It always works for me Dakota to Decatur, uh huh

If you can't hear what I'm trying to say

Baby can you breathe? I got this from Jamaica

Maybe I'm going deaf, maybe I'm going blind

You the hottest bitch in this place

OK now he was close, tried to domesticate you

So hit me up when you passing through

What you don't like work

And that's why I'm gon' take a good girl

You're far from plastic

But you're an animal, baby it's in your nature

With my foresight bitch you pay me by

He don't smack that ass and pull your hair like that

I hate these blurred lines

Must wanna get nasty

That man is not your maker

Hey, hey, hey

You're a good girl

What rhymes with hug me?

Maybe I'm out of my mind

Yeah, had a bitch, but she ain't bad as you

Must wanna get nasty

I'll give you something big enough to tear your ass in two

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