Under Construction Part 2


Under Construction Part 2 / Match-Up

So sorry, can't say no.
With rhythm like that ...
let's have a match.

I've got his girl in the corner.
His patience is getting shorter.
And we're just getting worse ...
sliding my hands all over her curves.
Locking fingers ... now.
His angry stare's a stinger,
but I'm smiling, rather proud.
If she wanted to groove with you,
she wouldn't have seemed that blue.

So sorry, can't say no.
Between the drinks and the beat ...
I kick the shoes off of my feet.

Her friends and her man are rather sweet,
and she comes right onto me.
To myself, I will not keep.
This crowd's about to be in for a treat.
My shirt is drawn right off of me,

So sorry, can't say no.
With rhythm like that ...
let's have a match.

So sorry, can't say no.
Between the drinks and the beat ...
I kick the shoes off of my feet.

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