[Verse 1: Vula Malinga]
See that boy just standing over there?
He stopped me today, said he liked my hair, ooh
He asked me, "Where you going tonight?", um
And I said, "I'm with my girls", yeah (Is that alright?)
To tell you the truth he was just a little bit fresh
He said he liked the way I put my lipstick on
He said, "How many sugars do you like in your tea?" (Um)
I said, "Forget about the sugar, have a spoonful of me
'Cause I taste so sweet"

[Chorus: Vula Malinga]
Oh my gosh
He's making eyes at me and I don't mind at all
Oh my gosh
He's making my imagination run w-wild

[Verse 2: Vula Malinga]
(Listen to this, yeah)
There I was, with a drink in my hand
No cares in the world, didn't have a plan
I turned around and I caught his eye
He made me lose my concentration
Did you get his number? (No)
Did you get his name? (Um)
What score would you give him on a scale of 1 to 10?
I didn't get his number, (I didn't get his number)
I don't know his name (Ha ha)
But I think he's hot, y'know, and I think he is a 10
[Chorus: Vula Malinga]
Oh my gosh
He's making eyes at me and I don't mind at all
Oh my gosh
He's making my imagination run w-wild
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Oh my gosh (My gosh)
He's making eyes at me and I don't mind at all (I don't mind at all, all)
Oh my gosh (My gosh)
He's making my imagination run w-wild
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no)

[Bridge]
Fruitcake genes (I don't mind I don't mind at)
Chinese eyes (Chinese eyes)
Ice cube lips (I don't mind I don't mind at)
You and I (You and I)
Ya, yay, ya, yay
Ya, yay, ya, ya, ya, yay

[Verse 3: Skilla]
Ooh
Ooh, I'm feeling you, girl
From your head to your feet
'Cause you look so good
I can b-b-barely speak
Give me your digits so I can bell you
Got a lot of things I wanna tell you
Oh my gosh, I think I love you
[Chorus: Vula Malinga]
Oh my gosh
He's making eyes at me and I don't mind at all (Yeah, yeah)
Oh my gosh
He's making my imagination run w-wild
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Oh my gosh
Uh, uh, uh, ay
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la (Oh my, oh my)
Oh my gosh
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh (La, la, la, la, la, la)

[Outro: Skilla]
Trust me, I'm a man, I'm a ladies' man
But still, like, again, I got the hopes, I got the energy, I got the papers, everything
You get me?
You gonna give me your number?
Come on man, though I'm all stuttering and all sorts
You gettin' me nervous, I'm all sweatin' like
Come on girl, like, come on
Like, gimme a dance at least
Yeah
Yeah?