الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
Locked up in Cheeta's, skipping our names
A subtle hint to get some action right away
Show me where to go, what are we waiting for?
You spill your spirit all over my pants
We're getting off to a fine start,
Now tell me where to go, what are we heading for?
Sweaty-funk perfume, shorts down to your knees
Heels and fishnets, tonges and fingers doused with champagne
Some scattered thinking flashes in my mind
I didn't get your name, how'd it get this far?
Tell me where to go, what are we heading for?
What are we heading for?
