843. Blurred lines - Robin Thicke

Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

If you can't hear, what I'm tryna say
If you can't read, from the same page
Maybe I'm going deaf
Maybe I'm going blind
Maybe I'm out of my mind

OK, now he was close
Tried to domesticate you
But you're an animal
Baby, it's in your nature
Just let me liberate you
You don't need no papers
That man is not your mate
And that's why I'm gon' take you

Good girl!
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it

You're a good girl!
Can't let it get past me
Me fall from plastic
Talk about getting blasted

I hate these blurred lines!
I know you want it
I know you want it
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