Blurred Lines

[Intro: Robin Thicke]
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I know you want it (Hey) Scooter, what's up?
I know you want it (Oh yeah)
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
Everybody get up (Come on!)

[Verse 1: Asher Roth]
Come on girl, why you do me this way?
I’ll be good, I pinky promise you I’ll behave
But don’t be rude, I like the way your gluteus sway
When you groovin' and you movin' makin the booty a shake
It truly is great, tell me baby where do you stay
You wanna get unruly, well I really relate
I say we get a lunch but you don’t have to call it a date
Or we could go up to the room and play how good do you taste
You like that, hopin' I bite back
While you play games I be skippin' the psych class
When you change lanes and you wishin' I might crash
I'm runnin' red lights like "You know that ain't right, Ash"
Fo sho, I be keepin' it low key
But you got me gigglin' and sendin' emojis
Go and give a little, can you give me some more please?
Them hoes always trippin', all the homies is like "Preach"
I picture you in a slow breeze
Hair flowin', skirt blowin' over them bowed knees
You showin' some thigh and now I’m like "Oh jeeze"
You so sweet lookin like you starred in the O.C
I think I’m startin' to O.D
Lines that I’m seein', well they’re startin' to grow weak
The boundries that you givin' me startin' to fold
Is this the friend zone? Oh no, somebody come hold me up

[Verse 2: Robin Thicke]
Baby, can you breathe?
I got this from Jamaica
It always works for me
Dakota to Decatur (Uh-huh)
No more pretending (Hey, hey, hey) (Uh-huh)
'Cause now you're winning (Hey, hey, hey) (Uh-huh)
Here's our beginning (Hey, hey, hey) (Uh-huh)
I always wanted a

[Chorus: Robin Thicke]
You're a good girl (Everybody get up)
I know you want it (Hey)
I know you want it
I know you want it
You're a good girl
Can't let it get past me (Oh yeah)
You're far from plastic (Alright)
Talkin' 'bout getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines (Everybody get up)
I know you want it (Hey)