Club Song

Don't bring your boyfriend to the club Dolls PCD, baby We're back Yes, sir, your baby's in the corner You ain't doing it for her She's bummin' but she ain't depressed Yes, sir, I get it 'cause I've been her Her body's built to shimmer Got feelings that she can't express No, it ain't your fault, so don't be jealous You ain't what she wants (wants, wants, wants, wants, wants) Don't bring your boyfriend to the club (You know what she wants) yeah Give the girl her girls (girls), give the girl the floor (floor) Give the girl a club song, what she's dying for (oh-oh) Give the girl some room (room) to put on a show (show) Give the girl a club song And look at her go (go, go, go, go, go, go) Look at her go (go, go, go, go, go) Go, go, go That's right, the other side of midnight The music fitting skintight She moves like someone you don't know That's her, her truest color showing Go 'til six in the morning The rhythm is the antidote No, it ain't your fault, so don't be jealous You ain't what she wants (wants, wants, wants, wants, wants) Don't bring your boyfriend to the club (Give her what she wants) yeah Give the girl her girls (girls), give the girl the floor (floor) Give the girl a club song, what she's dying for (oh-oh) Give the girl some room (room) to put on a show (show) Give the girl a club song And look at her go (go, go, go, go, go, go) Look at her go (go, go, go, go, go) Go, go, go PCD, baby (yeah, ladies), forever (let's go) We're back (yeah) Dolls, dolls Forever (yeah)