Girls put your records on,
play me your favourite song.
You go ahead, let your hair down.

Girls put your records on,
play me your favourite song.
You go ahead, let your hair down.

I ever walk too far
down the dark side of the road
asking, "where'd you go?"
These days like to
kick, pull, shove.
This one got old,
this one's too young.
But we're all so tough,
can't get enough
of the brutal stuff.
Join the club.
Get a back rub
when you least expect it.
Can't find it,
that's where you left it.
Retrace my footsteps
and got to a doorstep.
All of the tracks I drop
just fall inside her head.
I had three months leave
just to keep the peace,
but she turned it upside down
and she can't run from the beat,
there's no retreat
when I turn her inside out,
saying...

Girls put your records on, (Yeah.)
play me your favourite song. (Right.)
You go ahead, let your hair down.
She's saying,
Girls put your records on, (Yeah.)
play me your favourite song. (Right.)
You go ahead, let your hair down.

We like to snap our fingers
to a brand new song.
Just like that, just like that.
Get attached to the beat
when we move along.
Just like that, just like that.
Yeah, she gets jealous
of all the new chicks.
Self-absorbed like
she's ignored.
Center of the universe,
it ain't earth.
Yeah, you guessed it right,
it's her.
They get so disturbed
by the first burn,
when they've lit fires
all of their life
In turn, she's current.
You name it
and she's heard it.
If you want it,
don't deserve it.
I'll tell you
were they worth it,
Like it is.
Saying...

Girls put your records on, (Yeah.)
play me your favourite song. (Right.)
You go ahead, let your hair down.
She's saying,
Girls put your records on, (Yeah.)
play me your favourite song. (Right.)
You go ahead, let your hair down.

She's dressed like an animal,
cannibalistic.
With the open toe sandals,
call it ballistic.
She drew guns out so fast
she missed it.
Drop 88 HD meds
and listen.
On a mission
with no Houston.
'Till one damn, two
on my spaceship.
Smiling wide
like she got a facelift.
Got it in my inbox,
then erased it
It's time to slow it up
like drinking up some Rockstar.
I'm bouncing off the walls,
right after then we crash hard.
That's the scenario,
blast from your stereo,
from Mexico,
up on to Ontario.
Worldwide feel the vibe
and get it when we play it.
Saying...

Girls put your records on, (Yeah.)
play me your favourite song. (Right.)
You go ahead, let your hair down.
She's saying,
Girls put your records on, (Yeah.)
play me your favourite song. (Right.)
You go ahead, let your hair down.
She's saying,
Girls put your records on, (Yeah.)
play me your favourite song. (Right.)
You go ahead, let your hair down.
She's saying,
Girls put your records on, (Yeah.)
play me your favourite song. (Right.)
You go ahead, let your hair down.


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