Birdman
Come alive
Yass-tonbury, you ready?!
We’re the triple threats!
Whoa!

Hands up, say hey, baby
Been that chick but I’m such a lady
Got good cars like a new mercedes
I dare these chick to try and take me
Sizzling, sweet and oh, so delicious
Dressed like a queen but I’ll give you the business
Step on the scene and I’m piquing your interest
Look like a dream but nobody needs binges

Burlesque confection vintage collection
Face like minogue with a waist like monroе
Straight out of a movie
I’m a little bit goofy
Star of the sеason gonna give you a reason to

Do it every night
Do it how like
Shooting for the sky
Don’t get it in your eyes
Want you to scream and shake the floor
We’ll leave you gagging “More, more, more”
Time to release that feeling
I won’t stop till you come
Alive
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Hey, hey, hey!

Manchester mannequin for the dolls panicking
Legs long, now tell me can you handle it?
Blow you away with glossy kiss
Modern renaissance with a bad girl twist
They pack big but I’m packing bigger
Your visa loves me now watch my figure
Oh, my gosh, like, who is she?
S-M-I-N-T-Y-D-R-O-P

Shamrock and roll
This is blonde’s port of gold
Piece of heaven
Now that you’re told
Working it, wasn’t always right
Had to trust my self
Then I saw the light
I’m a Taurus
That’s the bull sign
Took some time
But I hit the bull’s-eye
Just like potatoes
I’ll give variety
Raising trouble, shake up society
Do it every night
Do it how you like
Shooting for the sky
Don’t get it in your eyes
Want you to scream
And shake the floor
We’ll leave you gagging “More, more, more”
Time to release that feeling
I won’t stop till you come
I won’t stop till you come
I won’t stop till you come
Alive!

You want some more, yass-tonbury?!
We’re the triple threats
And there’s five of us
For some reason
One, two, three! Let’s go!

Come on, who that be?
Black peppa on the M-I-C
I’m envy, bendy, Caribbean flavour
Knock you out
High kick mayweather
Back bender, dropping it
You better watch this silhouette
Go on, grind it
Hot chilli sauce up in the club
That’s wind it, wind it
Find it, now mind it!
Want you to scream
And shake the floor
We’ll leave you gagging “More, more, more”
Time to release that feeling
I won’t stop till you come
I won’t stop till you come
I won’t stop till you come
Alive!

Happy birthday, yass-tonbury!