Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blurred Lines, artist - Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox. Date of issue: 21.10.2013
Song language: English
Blurred Lines |
| 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 grass 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 pass through |
| I’ll give you something big enough to share a glass 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 pass 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 |