Get That Girl - Wallace Collection

Were you born in those bluejeans baby? That's the last thing a man should say. That ain't gonna fly, she'll just roll her eyes, Turn around and walk away. Just tell her she looks pretty, Then let her tell you all about her world. That's how you get, that's how you... That's how you get the girl That's how you get the girl You take her by the hand, stand up like a man That's how you get the girl You better be good to your mama, Try to fill up your daddy's shoes, Better be sittin' up high in that coat and a tie Come Sunday in the front row pew. You better work your ass off, Like you know you're gonna change the world. That's how you get, that's how you... That's how you get the girl That's how you get the girl You take her by the hand, stand up like a man That's how you get the girl Don't be the hot-blooded hurry. Hold her like she needs you to. That's how you get, that's how you... That's how you get the girl I'm gonna find me a good lovin' woman, When I do I'm gonna treat her right. I'm gonna crawl under the covers, Tell her that I love her, wrap my arms around her tight. Yeah, when I get home at night, Gonna kiss her up and how, I tell you right now That's how you get the girl That's how you get the girl With a slow and gentle hand, love her like a man That's how you get the girl [?] right from the heart and show her who you are That's how you get the girl That's how you get the girl That's how you get the girl

Girls, girls, girls on a roll Salute me if you see me drive pon road Drop it down, dip low, I see you go Walkin' with your guy, yeah, young CEO Tell a wasteman you ain't got no time When they hate then give 'em no eye Got your head dipped, poppin' up skin-tight Not just somebody, she light up the party That girl, she know what she want Make her own dollar, she don't need a man That girl, that girl in the sun She wine up her waist like rum-pa-pum-pum She wears, wears diamonds with the pearls Can't tell her no, she's in control All around town them boys be singing like (woo) Singing like (woo) Singing like, that girl, she know what she want Make her own dollar, she don't need a man That girl Singing like, that girl (woo) Singing like (woo) Singing like, that girl, she know what she want Make her own dollar, she don't need a man There ain't nothing you can offer That will make her change her mind They all want a chance to lover her But her bling will turn you blind (Oh) Keep it all low-key (Oh) Make her move slowly (Oh) Don't hit her up knowing You're only gonna waste her time That girl, she know what she want Make her own dollar, she don't need a man That girl, that girl in the sun She wine up her waist like rum-pa-pum-pum She wears, wears diamonds with the pearls Can't tell her no, she's in control All around town them boys be singing like (woo) Singing like (woo) Singing like, that girl, she know what she want Make her own dollar, she don't need a man That girl That girl Singing like, that girl (woo) Singing like (woo) Singing like, that girl, she know what she want Make her own dollar, she don't need a man She don't need a man, she don't need a fella Got her own thing, don't even holler She a real girl, don't hide your colours If you ain't ready, then don't even bother That girl She don't need a man, she don't need a fella Got her own thing, don't even holler She a real girl, don't hide your colours If you ain't ready, then don't even bother That girl