Cirque Du Soleil - The Good Thing Lyrics
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- The Good Thing Lyrics
Album: Zumanity - Another Side Of Cirque Du Soleil All the girls' hearts going boom boom boom Very night when you walk in the room They scream and shout, with their eyes poppin'' out Go the jaws hangin' open and the tongues out their mouths Like an old hound dog that needs a drink of water A-huffin' and a-puffin and the room is getting hotter They turn to watch, and they ee you're topnotch Heartbeats racin' like they're playing hopscotch All the ladies in a trance, when they watch you dance But what I really wanna know is what you got in your pants. I've seen a lot of men go, I've seen a lot of men come It doesn't really matter if they're smart or dumb Tall or short, doesn't matter to me And I don't care about their personality I've seen a lot of men come, I've seen a lot mo men go And it doesn't really matter if they're fast or slow Thinner or fatter, or rich or poor Get 'em out of their clothes, and walk 'em through my door 'Cos I'm not looking for a diamond ring But if you want me to swing, you gotta show me -- the good thing Gimme it right Gimme the good thing Every night Gimme the good thing Gimme it right Gimme the good thing Every night I don't care if you're a pisces or a taurus But you got to be hangin' like a brontosaurus Cause before you undress I got a little confession I'm looking for a man who makes a big impression A man who can make my body rock A man like Jack with a big beanstalk 'Cos I can be your queen and you can be my king But if you want me to swing you gotta show me -- the good thing. I'm wondering whether you're up to the measure If you are we can make sweet music together You can hit me up with your slide trombone You can bang my drum until the cows come home I can blow your horn and you can pluck my strings And we'll keep on corking till the fat lady sings But if you want me to swing you gotta show me -- the good thing. Gimme it right Gimme the good thing Every night Gimme the good thing Gimme it right Gimme the good thing Every night Hip-hop flip-flop be-bop don't stop -- every drop
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