Blurred Lines

[Intro: Robin Thicke] Blurred lines I know you want it (Hey) Scooter, what's up? I know you want it (Oh yeah) I know you want it But you're a good girl The way you grab me Must wanna get nasty Go ahead, get at me Everybody get up (Come on!) [Verse 1: Asher Roth] Come on girl, why you do me this way? I’ll be good, I pinky promise you I’ll behave But don’t be rude, I like the way your gluteus sway When you groovin' and you movin' makin the booty a shake It truly is great, tell me baby where do you stay You wanna get unruly, well I really relate I say we get a lunch but you don’t have to call it a date Or we could go up to the room and play how good do you taste You like that, hopin' I bite back While you play games I be skippin' the psych class When you change lanes and you wishin' I might crash I'm runnin' red lights like "You know that ain't right, Ash" Fo sho, I be keepin' it low key But you got me gigglin' and sendin' emojis Go and give a little, can you give me some more please? Them hoes always trippin', all the homies is like "Preach" I picture you in a slow breeze Hair flowin', skirt blowin' over them bowed knees You showin' some thigh and now I’m like "Oh jeeze" You so sweet lookin like you starred in the O.C I think I’m startin' to O.D Lines that I’m seein', well they’re startin' to grow weak The boundries that you givin' me startin' to fold Is this the friend zone? Oh no, somebody come hold me up [Verse 2: Robin Thicke] Baby, can you breathe? I got this from Jamaica It always works for me Dakota to Decatur (Uh-huh) No more pretending (Hey, hey, hey) (Uh-huh) 'Cause now you're winning (Hey, hey, hey) (Uh-huh) Here's our beginning (Hey, hey, hey) (Uh-huh) I always wanted a [Chorus: Robin Thicke] You're a good girl (Everybody get up) I know you want it (Hey) I know you want it I know you want it You're a good girl Can't let it get past me (Oh yeah) You're far from plastic (Alright) Talkin' 'bout getting blasted I hate these blurred lines (Everybody get up) I know you want it (Hey)