Let's get it on tonight Let's get it on tonight Let's get it on tonight Let's get it on tonight It seems as if you just talkin' it And don't know what to do I can feel you clenchin' Got yo body flinchin' when I'm touchin' you Girl, you know I got that good thang You wouldn't understand it's a hood thang You can walk the walk but can you talk The talk is what you should sang (Let's get it on tonight) 5 foot 5, got my eyes so wide and I'm holdin' that (Let's get it on tonight) I can see it in your eyes you want me behind So you can throw it back (Let's get it on tonight) I can't even lie, I got a need for your thighs Nothin' wrong with that (Let's get it on tonight) Girl is you feelin' me, you killin' me You feelin' me, you killin' me, you feelin' me (Let's get it on tonight) I ain't got to worry about cha you can handle Everythang that I'm givin' you Even if I saw your face in a darker place I would be feelin' you I ain't no virgin shawty, I can hurt yo body You done heard about me You can walk the walk but can you talk The talk is what you should sang (Let's get it on tonight) 5'5" got my eyes so wide and I'm holdin' that (Let's get it on tonight) I can see it in your eyes you want me behind So you can throw it back (Let's get it on tonight) I can't even lie, I got a need for your thighs Nothin' wrong with that (Let's get it on tonight) Girl is you feelin' me, you killin' me You feelin' me, you killin' me, you feelin' me (Let's get it on tonight) Girl you fine ass hell mama done you well I see it in yo face I'mma beat you down like a 12 You in for a treat I'mma sweep you off your feet And I'mma put it down so right Have you feelin' like you higher Than a kite girl (Let's get it on tonight) 5 feet 5 got my eyes so wide and I'm holdin' that (Let's get it on tonight) I can see it in your eyes you want me behind So you can throw it back (Let's get it on tonight) I can't even lie, I got a need for your thighs Nothin' wrong with that (Let's get it on tonight) Girl, is you feelin' me, you killin' me You feelin' me, you killin' me, you feelin' me (Let's get it on tonight) (Let's get it on tonight) 5 feet 5 got my eyes so wide and I'm holdin' that (Let's get it on tonight) I can see it in your eyes you want me behind So you can throw it back (Let's get it on tonight) I can't even lie, I got a need for your thighs Nothin' wrong with that (Let's get it on tonight) Girl, is you feelin' me, you killin' me You feelin' me, you killin' me, you feelin' me (Let's get it on tonight) Let's get it on tonight Let's get it on tonight Let's get it on tonight (Girl, is you feelin' me, you killin' me) (You feelin' me, you killin' me, you feelin' me) Let's get it on tonight

Hey, who the hell do they think they are? Ah, they're just a bunch of girls We are the Hellcats nobody likes Maneaters on motorbikes We own this road so you better get lost When you hear the roar of cut-out exhaust Bug off or you'll find that you've blown your mind Get off the road! Get off the road! We know man's made out of clay He shootin' clay pigeons today Get off the road before we have crossed Or you might get your rear-end tossed Gonna be uptight, we're ridin'here tonight Get off the road! Get off the road! Get off the road! Get off the road! Maneaters! ...

Walking past the places I don't wanna see And faceless strangers I don't wanna meet As I go, the night becomes surreal Carrying on for all eternity True change is nowhere to be found Carrying on, carrying on As I try to fight it I run away, but stay the same Light the fire, ignite it Distant voices screaming in the dark Approaching me as I embark Suddenly, faces facing me I can't believe, it's reality I guess it doesn't matter now Carrying on, carrying on As I try to fight it I run away, but stay the same Light the fire, ignite it And when it all comes back At least I know, I'm not alone And in my darkest days You are the light to guide me home

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