Call me
Now call me later tell me if you really care
If you think that you know me then prove it
If you were a tote bag filled with beach toys I would take you to the mall and try to lost it
Hop on that moped we can go thirty miles an hour
After that hour buy me roses, candy, chips and flowers
I know you've got a crush but what can I do?
I prefer a little lovin' with my marinated tofu

On my giant trampoline I go "bounce bounce" you fall in love with every ounce ounce
On my giant trampoline I go "bounce bounce" you fall in love with every ounce ounce
Holler if you hear me, holler holler,
Holler if you fear me, holler holler.

Don't, yeah, don't blame me, yeah,
Blame my booty, yeah, Cos it's such a cutey.
x2

A case of corn fed, un wed, drop dead girl.
Just bootylicious booty breaking your heart.

Hold up, hold up.
Please don't hate 'cos I play the game
And I tease them with bait fo' sure
Me and you, on a blanket for two
You crack open a litre of Sahara Mist
You speak of my beauty and how you're enchanted
You promise your love proposing every wish & how you'll grant it.
And every heartland honey just loves to please
Those corn fed girls in the wal-mart jeans

On my giant trampoline I go "bounce bounce" you fall in love with every ounce ounce
On my giant trampoline I go "bounce bounce" you fall in love with every ounce ounce
Holler if you hear me, holler holler,
Holler if you fear me, holler holler.

Don't, yeah, don't blame me, yeah,
Blame my booty, yeah, Cos it's such a cutey.
x2

I case of corn fed, un wed, drop dead girl.
Just bootylicious booty breaking your heart.

'Cos if you're looking for a lady
One that you can call your baby
And if you're looking to spoil me, royally oily and constantly.
I'm not playing hard to get, no. I'm just hard to get.
My booty, guilty. A booty loveliness

On my giant trampoline I go "bounce bounce" you fall in love with every ounce ounce
On my giant trampoline I go "bounce bounce" you fall in love with every ounce ounce
Holler if you hear me, holler holler,
Holler if you fear me, holler holler.

Don't, yeah, don't blame me, yeah,
Blame my booty, yeah, Cos it's such a cutey.
x2

A case of corn fed, un wed, drop dead girl.
Just bootylicious booty breaking your heart.


Lyrics submitted by zJacob

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