Booties For Breakfast

The sun's in the sky and the wind's in my hair, And there's honeys in hot paints everywhere, And they all've got a Tae-Bo dairyair, And try to look away all I can do is stare, I'm quite aware their booties be shakin', Strictly slim-fast, yo fuck that bacon, My heart be achin', My [UNKNOWN] savinYou know I'm salivatin' for the gyratin', Girlfriend, whoever's waitin', Your end's waiting for me, I'm cool casual datin', but your booty's callin' me. [Voice]: It's a kind of a strange sensation.