Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off (Live) - Jonnycake

Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking As you're sliding off your dress? Then think of what you did And how I hope to God he was worth it When the lights are dim and your heart is racing As your fingers touch his skin I've got more wit, a better kiss A hotter touch, a better fuck Than any boy you'll ever meet Sweetie, you had me Girl, I was it, look past the sweat A better love deserving of Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat No, no, no, you know it will always just be me Let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster So testosterone boys and harlequin girls Will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close? So testosterone boys and harlequin girls Will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close? So, I guess we're back to us Oh, cameraman, swing the focus In case I lost my train of thought Where was it that we last left off? (Let's pick up, pick up) Oh, now I do recall We were just getting to the part where the shock sets in And the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick I hope you didn't expect to get all of the attention Now, let's not get selfish Did you really think I'd let you kill this chorus? Let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster So testosterone boys and harlequin girls Will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close? So testosterone boys and harlequin girls Will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close? Dance to this beat Dance to this beat Dance to this beat Let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster Let's get these teen hearts beating faster I've got more wit, a better kiss A hotter touch, a better fuck Than any boy you'll ever meet Sweetie, you had me Girl, I was it, look past the sweat A better love deserving of Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat No, no, no, you know it will always just be me Let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster So testosterone boys and harlequin girls Will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close? So testosterone boys and harlequin girls Will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close? So testosterone boys and harlequin girls Dance to this beat So testosterone boys and harlequin girls Dance to this beat And hold a lover close Let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster Let's get these teen hearts beating faster

...All this ill shit This fuckin Sir Mix-A-Lot shit What the fuck is this shit? See the shit's video? 'PUT IT ON THE GLASS!' 'Put yo TITTIES on the glass' This is like a pick-up line: 'How you doin? I was wonderin, could you put yo BIG FUCKIN TITTIES on the glass?' 'No, I don't wanna go to a movie, could you PUT EM ON THE GLASS?!' 'Put your titties on the glass'?! What happened to 'How ya doin? Whatcha doin later? Let's catch a movie'? No, 'Put em on the glass' 'Put em on the fuckin glass' What the fuck is this shit? The girls got on bikinis - he got a fur coat on What the fuck is the weather like in Seattle? All my ex's, eat this one (You can have her) I used to have this girl, let's say her name was Mona Mona, fine young sugar comin out of Arizona 5 ft. 6 straight thick with a switch And a set of them juicy-ass lips (Mmh...) Kinky, just like me She can take a straight gee And put him down for the count 1, 2, 3 Needless to say I was kickin it Cause I know when I'm the only one gettin it But - ooh, things change when you don't maintain The same game you got her with, mayn Flew back home, and I was slippin Cause as soon as I left, another brother starts spittin Throwin drag about wantin a family Tryin to front because he wanna be manly Tellin my girl how I'm playin the field Boy, you'se a jake for real Now a player I like, but you know I can't stand no snitch Tryin to front like he rich Done shot your credit, cause you bought you a new E 320, and you wanna be a hoe like me Now you done salted my game Told my girl I'm a player, and you bought her a ring You paid a lotta money just to grab her I'ma tell you like this, trick: you can have her (You can have her) I gotta do what I gotta do Baby girl's through, so I need somethin new You can't keep a good mack down I get around cause I got a tight thing up in Sea-Town 5'9" with dimples Caramel skin, straight fine, hella tight, no pimples Thinkin my game was concrete But I gotta watch for them other entertainers and athletes Especially the ones who wanna settle down Cause they'll beg and drink out your shoes and get they nose brown Just the kinda man you wanted, ain't it, honey? A big buff dumb-ass fool with hella money Down to spend till his knees bend Then the athlete's broke and his girl's in the wind And my girl gets mad, cause I never spend time like I'm s'posed to Plus I'm a boaster Shaggin up too damn quick, now she's lookin for a sugar daddy Just to get a '96 Caddy A big truck she found You young scrub on the bench for the Cleveland Browns He never had nothin, thicker than a cheerleader Now he got juice, so he eats her And treats her to a big wad of cash Too weak, so she left his ass You can have her (You can have her) Just rollin by the Playboy Mansion... I got me a, I got me a, I got me a, I got me a Young bunny, young bunny in La-La Land Wanna get freaky with the papa man I smack her to the front, I smack her to the back I smack it with the whiffle ball bat, remember that? One happy black man I be When my L.A. bunny wanna trip with me Her name is Teresa She was freakier than me, but I figured I could please her She had the long braids Chocolate sister, loved to cuff men like slaves Arrived at the house at last Seen two shades of lipstick on the same wine glass Provocative artwork around me Four pink slippers on the floor surround me One pair's for her, the other pair's for who? Plus she only lives in a one bedroom Well hm - it might be on Mnage--trois, open la bouche, taste la bomb Teresa's roommate walks in 6 ft 2 with a wig and a stupid-ass grin (Oh my goodness!) (You can have her) You done brought a big-ass man up in the room? Girl, what's wrong with you? Honey, that is gay Yo partner, you can have her Cause I don't want none of y'all 3's Company, if you know what I'm sayin Yeah Put it on the danceflo' Bring it back

I know what you're doing and I'll save you the trouble I saw you wink for the waiter to slip me a double If you want some barroom swinger I'm not the one Cause I don't think a girl's gotta drink to have fun Mama said when I went out in the world drinking ain't the thing for a sweet young girl I didn't listen then but now I'm here to shout That my dear old mama knew what she was talkin' about So if you want another round just order one Cause I don't think a girl's gotta drink to have fun Don't bother bringing a bottle when you call Cause I like my kisses straight or not at all I wanna be sure I remember everyone And I don't think a girl's gotta drink to have fun Mama said when I went out... No I don't think a girl's gotta drink to have fun

She's got a different attitude And I can't keep up with all that's new And now I can't take it I need a list of attributes Maybe this new approach will do How can I escape this I'm wrapped around her finger I'm in the wringer just for her I gave I gave this my all But every second I've been made to feel so small Whoa I guess it's my fault You take you take this heart away And you know exactly what this does to me Whoa You always let me fall Throw away all the time that we spent Take back all the words that you said To me back then You never meant them anyway You only wanted me to stay Close, but not closer I'm wrapped around your finger It's better to pull the trigger than let me bleed I gave I gave this my all But every second I've been made to feel so small Whoa I guess it's my fault You take you take this heart away And you know exactly what this does to me Whoa You always let me fall And I regret everything And I regret ever setting foot through your front door I gave I gave this my all But every second I've been made to feel so small Whoa I guess it's my fault You take you take this heart away And you know exactly what this does to me Whoa You always let me fall And I regret ever setting foot through your front door

I'm alone again Cold as a stone In these walls again And I wonder if you know That it's okay that you feel down I'm just far away and I miss our town And I never asked for this I never wanted to leave Oh, but I never asked for this You were the last thing I wanted to leave Oh, but if I had it my way I'd stare into your eyes all day I would not dare look away So, will you wait When I come back home Would you greet me at the road And hold me so I know I'm still your own And here I am again Staring at my phone to see if you'll call again And it hurts me to know That it's not the same when I'm not home I miss the love you gave When we'd dance in the afterglow But I never asked for this I never wanted to leave Oh, but I never asked for this You were the last thing I wanted to leave Oh, but if I had it my way I'd carry you until my bones break I'd do it just to hear you say That you love me When I come back home Will you be waiting at your door Waiting to hold me so I know I'm still your own And I never asked for this I never wanted to leave Oh, but I never asked for this You were the last thing I wanted to leave