Scott Bradlee & Postmodern Jukebox - Blurred Lines lyrics

Everybody get up If you can't hear, what I'm trying say If you can't read, from the same page Maybe I'm going deaf Maybe I'm going blind Maybe I'm out of my mind OK, now he was close Tried to domesticate you But you're an animal Baby, it's in your nature Just let me liberate you You don't need no papers That man is not your mate And that's why I'm going Good girl! I know you want it I know you want it I know you want it You're a good girl! Can't let it get past me Me fall from plastic Talk about getting blasted I hate these blurred lines! I know you want it I know you want it 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 What do they make dreams for When you got them jeans on What do we need steam for You the hottest guy in this place! I feel so lucky You wanna hug me What rhymes with hug me? Hey! OK, now he was close Tried to domesticate you But you're an animal Baby, it's in your nature Just let me liberate you You don't need no papers That man is not your mate Shake your rump Get down Get up Do it like it hurt What, you don't like work? Shake your rump Get down Get up Do it like it hurt What, you don't like work? Shake your rump Get down Get up Do it like it hurt What, you don't like work? One thing I ask of you Let me be the one you that cut that gra** for you From Malibu to Paris, boo Yeah, I had a girl, but she ain't bad as you So hit me up when you pa** through I'll give you something big enough to share a gla** or two Swag on, even when you dress casual I mean it's almost unbearable In a hundred years not dare, would I Pull a Pharside let you pa** me by Nothing like your last guy, he too square for you He don't slap that face and pull your hair like that So I just watch and wait for you to salute But you didn't pick Not many women can refuse this pimpin' I'm a nice guy, ... And that's why I'm going take a good girl I know you want it I know you want it I know you want it You're a good girl! Can't let it get past me Me fall from plastic Talk about getting blasted I hate these blurred lines! I know you want it I know you want it 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