Blame It On The Blonde
Idy Lyrics
Blame It On The Blonde by Idy
Shorty, I need you to step away from the bar 'Cause I'm under cardiac
Arrest from that kiss in your car you traipse around the room like a
Gazelle Putting rational thoughts in my head in jail You're dolled up
And lookin' like a woven dream Working the room, now won't you work with
Me?
So girly, get down, shake, shake your skinny ass I'll be the Grey Goose
Swimming in your Red Bull I'll be the sun coming over the dewy grass
I know it's morning, but today I'm sleeping in with you
So take me higher, you always do it when I'm low
And, blow me kisses across the dance floor
Brush my lips, and I'm feeling like a car crash
Can't stop staring when you shake your skinny ass
Baby girl, help me complete this puzzle in my synapses Here's me, and
You, and a backseat needing two love struck kids Your smile's like
Conjugal visits to a tortured soul Pushing in breaths of sunlight to a
Dreary world You're dolled up, lookin' like a fantasy Working the room,
Let's work the backseat.
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