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Blame the Booty
Leslie Hall
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Call me now, call me later, tell me if I really care
If you think that you know me, then prove it
If you were a tote bag full of beach toys I would take you to the mall and try to lose it
Hop on my moped, we can go 30 miles per hour
After that hour, give me roses, candies, chips, and flowers
I know you've got a crush but what can I do?
I prefer a little lovin' with my marinated tofu
On my giant trampoline I go bounce, bounce
You fall in love with every ounce, ounce
On my giant trampoline I go bounce, bounce
You fall in love with every ounce, ounce
Holla if you hear me (holla, holla)
Holla if you fear me (holla, holla)
Don't (yeah)
Don't blame me (yeah)
Blame my booty (yeah)
'Cos it's such a cutie (yeah)
Don't (yeah)
Don't blame me (yeah)
Blame my booty (yeah)
'Cos it's such a cutie (yeah)
A case of corn-fed, unwed, drop-dead gorgeous
Boot-a-licious booty breakin' yo' heart
Hold up, hold up, please don't hate
'Cos I play with game and I tease 'em with bait (fo' sho')
Me and you on a blanket for two
You crack open a liter of Sahara Mist
You speak of my beauty and how you're enchanted
You promise me above-ground pools and every wish, how you'll grant it
And every heartland honey just loves to please those corn-fed girls in the Wal-Mart jeans
On my giant trampoline I go bounce, bounce
You fall in love with every ounce, ounce
On my giant trampoline I go bounce, bounce
You fall in love with every ounce, ounce
Holla if you hear me (holla, holla)
Holla if you fear me (holla, holla)
Don't (yeah)
Don't blame me (yeah)
Blame my booty (yeah)
'Cos it's such a cutie (yeah)
Don't (yeah)
Don't blame me (yeah)
Blame my booty (yeah)
'Cos it's such a cutie (yeah)
A case of corn-fed, unwed, drop-dead gorgeous
Boot-a-licious booty breakin' yo' heart
'Cos if you're lookin' for a lady
One that you can call your baby (holla)
And if you're lookin' to spoil me
Royally, oily, and totally (holla)
I'm not playin' hard to get, nooo, I'm just hard to get
My booty is guilty of boo-tay loveliness! (YES!)
On my giant trampoline I go bounce, bounce
You fall in love with every ounce, ounce
On my giant trampoline I go bounce, bounce
You fall in love with every ounce, ounce
Holla if you hear me (holla, holla)
Holla if you fear me (holla, holla)
Don't (yeah)
Don't blame me (yeah)
Blame my booty (yeah)
'Cos it's such a cutie (yeah)
Don't (yeah)
Don't blame me (yeah)
Blame my booty (yeah)
'Cos it's such a cutie (yeah)
A case of corn-fed, unwed, drop-dead gorgeous
Boot-a-licious booty breakin' yo' heart
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