Rapture

Hey, come on

Yeah, 1, 2, 3, woo

Come on, ladies, show 'em whatcha got

You know you got it good, yeah

Sing to 'em, girls

It looks good like that

Here we go, here we go, what's up

1, 2, 3, uh...

Toe to toe

Dancing very close

Barely breathing

Almost comatose

(Come on, come on, don't stop)

Wall to wall

People hypnotized

And they're stepping lightly

Hang each night in rapture

(I like that, haha, come on)

Back to back

Sacroiliac

Spineless movements

And a wild attack

(1, 2, 3, hit it!)

Face to face

Sadly solitude

And it's finger popping

Twenty-four hour shopping in rapture

(Yeah, come on, ladies, let's go!)

Fab Five Freddy told me everybody's fly

To all my hot girls and my hot guys

You know I'm fresh, you know I'm good

Keep the latest fashion like we always could

There were four friends, in New York they met

And they always stick together in the City of Sex

Me and my girls gonna catch a cab

Up Fifth Ave. with some shopping bags

Wherever I go, two friends behind me

Three's company but four is a party

Turning heads in a cute little cafe

Girls night, conversation getting nasty

Empire State, Emirate State

Me and my homegirls, 'cause they my soul mates

Grown and sexy while you married with kids

'Cause I'm so Carrie and my man's so Big

Hahaha, you like that? 1, 2, 3, go!

Toe to toe

Dancing very close

Barely breathing

Almost comatose

Wall to wall

People hypnotized

And they're stepping lightly

Hang each night in rapture

(Fab 5, what's good?)

Back to back

Sacroiliac

Spineless movements

And a wild attack

Face to face

Sadly solitude

And it's finger popping

Twenty-four hour shopping in rapture

(Yeah! It's a rapture)