2 A.M. - Jean Trash

I've been watching your body While the music plays so soft and smooth Got me in a sexing mood If you would only let me So don't go There's so many ways we can love Dance in heaven is so much fun I don't want to disturb you now Maybe when the party's over So we can find a place Our own private space I can be with you. I wanna be with you After 2 am when the party is over I wanna be with you After 2 am when the party's over Tell it's true you wanna be with me ... ... ... ... Girl. I wanna be with you. You know I was just thinking that maybe after all the noise and crowd Well that's sound good but exactly what did you have in mind. Oh. Maybe we can find a place Our own private place We can make love just you and me After. ... ... ... ... 2 am when the party's over 2 am when the party's over You wanna be with me Kick off your shoes, let's get comfortable I'll make this night one you won't forget Nows the time to turn the lights down We can make it happen Explosions of ecstasy Forever me and you after 2 am when the partys over Mmmm mmm 2 am when the party's over You wanna be with me Say you wanna be with me baby I wanna be with you. Yes I do. (2 am when the party's over)

Von Von Von Von It's 2:00 a.m. (uh-huh) We leaving the club, heard the opps outside Told folks'nem spin that Benz (spin) Muwop did 'em dirty, now it's hot outside Fuck yo' homie and fuck yo' kin' (fuck 'em) They ain't never pop out, and the opps don't slide Nigga look at this chain if he wanna (what?) New Glock 26, leave 'em wet like Tide Nowadays niggas die for a name (ouu) If you move don't think beefing gon' change You get hit from a distance, that's aim (that's aim) Pop his partner he walk with a cane, damn Rerock, jump this gate now I got me a free Glock Make him dance, ain't talking about Tik Tok Shoot up his whip, it won't help at no pitstop Speak on the gang, that's a way you could get popped (boom) 12 bust a U-turn on the stripes (skrrt) This a hemi lil' boy better kick rocks Can't put no more guns in my videos ATF and DEA know they ain't props High speed shit, we don't ever do stops (nah) I'ma bring out the chopper for this We gon' slide through his block with the sticks Police watch, don't get caught in the blitz If you lackin', get caught in the mix (in the mix) SRT down the 9 with the 6 (the 6) My lil' niggas be killin' for kicks (for kicks) Call up Choppa, he sending the bricks (the bricks) The ain't blood but they leaching like ticks (like ticks) Model hoes they be all up on my dick (all on my dick) .223, 5.56 you can pick (you can pick) When a witness ain't there it won't stick (boom) Huh, what? When a witness ain't there it won't stick (boom) Huh, what? Ain't no room, can you get off my dick? (Get off my dick) Huh, what? That bitch left me in jail now she sick (what?) I'm a savage, I'm straight from the WIIC (what?) This a hit, I don't think I can miss It's 2:00 a.m. (uh-huh) We leaving the club, heard the opps outside Told folks'nem spin that Benz (spin) Muwop did 'em dirty, now it's hot outside Fuck yo' homie and fuck yo' kin' (nigga fuck 'em) They ain't never pop out, and the opps don't slide Nigga look at this chain if he wanna (what?) New Glock 26, leave 'em wet like tide Nowadays niggas die for a name (ouu) If you move don't think beefing gon' change You get hit from a distance, that's aim (that's aim) Pop his partner he walk with a cane, damn Rerock, jump this gate now I got me a free Glock Make him dance, ain't talking about Tik Tok Shoot up his whip, it won't help at no pitstop Speak on the gang, that's a way you could get popped (boom)

It ain't the way you crawl across the Cathouse floor It ain't the way you curse me when you slam the bedroom door It aint the way you sweat me for a handful of easy cash It's just the way you love me when you turn to trash Trash It's not the way you dress when you socialize, oh those eyes It ain't the diamond rock or that Rolls you drive You can walk the streets with all your uptown flash, such flash But when you hit the sheets you just turn to trash You're such trash I love the way you look You're such a high class tramp It's not the way you touch me when you... ooh yeah You're daddy's dream, you're a peach in cream And you're ripe at last But when you hit the sheets you just turn to trash Trash I love the way you look You're such a high class tramp - oh like a tramp It's not the way you touch me when you... ooh Make me understand - oh yeah You're daddy's dream, you're a peach in cream And you're finally ripe at last But when you hit the sheets you just turn to trash You know you're mighty cool You know you're mighty wild Come on down here with that Penthouse smile Trash - dirty baby. Maybe you went down low as you can get Been dripping hard and put away wet - yeah Trash. What you want, What you want, What you want, and got it. What you want, What you want, What you want, and got it. Hey baby what's your name? Ah she's trash - uh ah - street trash How low can you go? Low! My love is like a lollypop Would you lick it? All the way to the chewy center Oh yeah. Trash Trash

Maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear, The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair, Maybe it's our kookiness, Or maybe, maybe it's our nowhere towns, Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds, Maybe it's our looseness, But we're trash, you and me, We're the litter on the breeze, We're the lovers on the streets, Just trash, me and you, It's in everything we do, It's in everything we do... Maybe, maybe it's the things we say, The words we've heard and the music we play, Maybe it's our cheapness, Or maybe, maybe it's the times we've had, The lazy days and the crazes and the fads, Maybe it's our sweetness, But we're trash, you and me, We're the litter on the breeze, We're the lovers on the street, Just trash, me and you, It's in everything we do, It's in everything we do...

(Ferry/Manzanera) Are you customised or ready-made? Heavy metal trick or treat? Only seventeen On the level trash is neat Teenage fever oh you've got it bad Caught the flavour want it all Only seventeen Bet you know the trash I mean Row your features into magazines Go to Plaza - where's the trade? Only seventeen Slips are lower trash is in