Jim Jones
Prima J, ay ay
Let's go

I told him I like you with your clothes on
But they gotta go
So you better have 'em off
When I come back

And I said yes, I gotta boyfriend
But he's out of town
Baby, he ain't coming home
So you can relax

Don't need no Hennessey, Tequila
Or a couple Margueritas
'Cause I'm tipsy naturally
Damn it's so unfair

You were fixated on my navel
When I got up on the table
Pulling secrets out my purse
Always so prepared, he said

You're not an emotional kind of girl
You know what you want and I'm a give it to you
A very unapproachable kind of girl
I got what you need and I'm a give it to you