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Open Up the Door

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Ooh girl, look what just walked in!

Mm-hmm

He could be our new toy (oh yeah haha)

You know me, yeah

Open up the door girl, don′t be shy

Let me see what it takes to make the temperature rise

The bony chicken vibrating on the down

Slow down, and I didn't know you could shake it like that though

Don′t stop, go get it with you best self

I don't know, but I think you need a little help

Let me help you, let me get up on the dancefloor

Let me work them thighs like a turbo jet

I can see your sweat drippin' on the concrete

Let me turn you ′round and show you how to be free

You so nasty, crazy girl

Let me put you in my world

You so nasty, crazy boy

Let me make you my new toy

Get your ass up outta here

The room, the room, the room, the room

The room, the room, the room, the room is locked

The room, the room, the room, the room

The room, the room, the room, the room is locked

Open up the door girl, shake that ass

Open up the door girl, make that cash

Open up the door girl, shake that ass

Open up the door girl, make that cash

Girl make that cash, no don′t shake two fists

Go get it, don't stop, let the booty go pop

Slappin′, clappin', let me get up on these rocks

Let me get up on the stage, let me rock the mic

Let me put it down, ′fore the worst comes, we talk

See if we like, do the night, from the dusk to dawn

Hear Bobby callin' smoke, when he′s on he's on

Baby get that work, it ain't no time for break

′Cause I like the way it feels when your body shakes

C′mon let me get to Hollywood, don't stop

Work that thing, twerk that thing, booty pop

Booty hot, and we back on the scene

Work that thing up and down like a slot machine

Up and down, can you work it like a freak, oh holy

Open up the door, girl get out my wallet

The room, the room, the room, the room

The room, the room, the room, the room is locked

The room, the room, the room, the room

The room, the room, the room, the room is locked

Open up the door girl, shake that ass

Open up the door girl, make that cash

Open up the door girl, shake that ass

Open up the door girl, make that cash

Girl make that cash, but don′t shake two face

On the dancefloor, ass raded, freak, nasty

Worst hangin' out lookin′ like a piece of candy

Get down with it, with the pop, the squats

Sippin' low, hang low, lookin′ out to pop a twat

G-string tight, with a stripe apposed

Garter squeezed on tights, slidin' down the pole

Hold on, don't stop, got dollar deals

Don′t move that flesh, she got sex appeal

Girl, and I can see you workin′ more to my eye

She got pumps in the back that make a grown man cry

Ooh, gotta take the lump out my pants

Spend a dollar bill, grabbin' titties on the lap dance

Gotta get my little thrill on with a little feel on

Gotta get my chill on, but don′t get it sprung (what?)

He's from the game

Here′s firm booty chases, giving up the change

Here's foam for that ass, givin′ up the cash

Open up the door quick, but don't move too fast

It's locked

It′s locked

Open up the door girl, shake that ass

Open up the door girl, make that cash

Open up the door girl, shake that ass

Open up the door girl, make that cash

Girl make that cash but don′t shake too fast

Open up the door girl, shake that ass

Open up the door girl, make that cash

Open up the door girl, shake that ass

Open up the door girl, make that cash

Girl make that cash but don't shake too fast

Open Up the Door by Popeye - Lyrics & Covers