Blame It on the Blonde

Shawty, I need you to step away from the bar
 'Cause I'm under cardiac arrest from that kiss in your car
 You traipse around the room like a gazelle
 Putting rational thoughts in my head in jail
 You're dolled up and lookin' like a woven dream
 Working the room,
 Now won't you work with me?
 So girly, get down, shake, shake your skinny ass
 I'll be the Grey Goose swimming in your Red Bull
 I'll be the sunlight coming over the dewy grass
 I know it's morning, but today I'm sleeping in with you.
 So take me higher, you always do it when I'm low
 And, blow me kisses across the dance floor
 Brush my lips, and I'm feeling like a car crash
 Just can't stop staring when you shake your skinny ass
 Baby girl, help me complete this puzzle in my synapses
 Here's me, and you, and a backseat
 needing two love struck kids
 Your smile's like conjugal visits to a tortured soul
 Pushing in breaths of sunlight to a dreary world
 You're dolled up, lookin' like a fantasy
 Working the room,
 Let's work the backseat.