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Take you homeby Angie Martinez{Verse 1:}
I got a call from my girls around eight about that Friday spot Round 12 hit the highway stop, I need gas Car behind me on my ass, speed pass Turn the radio on thatīs my joint got me and I need to dance Pull up in the truck and it ainīt my manīs You screaming "hey yo", you donīt got a chance Son, you are speaking a language I donīt understand Know the dude I hang with, I donīt hold his hand Cause, me, Iīm free to choose Itīs possible to leave with you When we get through, I drive passenger seat for you Letīs ride At one I arrive Walked past the line Damn his ass is fine Some guy now we up in the spot Watch Place hot Couple of bottles champagne popped And thatīs how we doing it now Iīm scheming while the DJīs moving the crowd {Chorus: x2} I was wondering if I could take you home Would ya still love me baby, if I could take you home I was wondering if I could take you home Would ya still love me baby, if I could take you home {Verse 2:} Itīs around 2 A.M. The mood is trend The club is snug I see him watching, love is love Caught him when I looked up, gave him a glance Promotion chick walked over while Iīm shaking her hand Iīm looking over her Sorry but Iīm waiting for this man Is what I told her, so she could leave No breaking up my plans No time for talking about shows Or dates that I could host Damn, he walking over to me, they breaking out the jokes My girls laughing They see me already imagining He whispered in my ear, would I dance with him I answered him He took my hand with him Dancing close I turned around and gave him my back, he passed a smoke He put his hand on my hip, then my stomach He must want it And I was really just ībout to leave, his clique fronted Like they donīt see That they man ībout to tell īem peace And to think, I wasnīt even gonna go out..see? {repeat Chorus} {Verse 3:} All I need is my lip gloss, I.D., gum, and Iīm straight Especially if itīs Envy in bungalow eight We making it hot on the dance floor today But my girls wanna leave cause thereīs nothing to take Nothing to meet Spot dead, nothing to see Then we all agree that we wonīt leave Cause some spots the papiīs still come at three Thatīs when I tell the DJ to run that please He dancing behind me I feel whatīs under his jeans And I had one too many so Iīm under his scheme I mean Iīm cool and the gang The music is playing Think I found what Iīm looking for, no purpose in waiting Almost time for breakfast Standing by the coat checkers Looking for my parking lot ticket...thatīs it And this night just ended Canīt say with who, what, or where but itīll definitely be remembered {repeat Chorus} {Outro:} Would you be my boyfriend? {x3} For tonight only Would you be my boyfriend? {x3} For tonight only
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