Don't bring your boyfriend to the club
Dolls (shh)
PCD, baby
We're back
Yes, sir, your baby's in the corner
You ain't doin' it for her
She's bummin', but she ain't depressed
Yes, sir, I get it 'cause I've been her
Her body's built to shimmer
Got feelings that she can't express
No, it ain't your fault
So don't be jealous
You ain't what she wants
Don't bring your boyfriend to the club
Yeah (you know what she want)
Give the girl her girls (girls), give the girl the floor (floor)
Give the girl a club song, what she's dyin' for (yeah)
Give the girl some room (room) to put on a show (show)
Give the girl a club song
And look at her go, go, go, go, go, go, go (go)
Look at her go, go, go, go (go, go), go, go, go
That's right, the other side of midnight
The music fittin' skintight
She moves like someone you don't know
That's her, her truest color showing
Go till six in the morning
The rhythm is the antidote
No, it ain't your fault
So don't be jealous
You ain't what she wants
Don't bring your boyfriend to the club
Yeah (give her what she want)
Give the girl her girls (girls), give the girl the floor (floor)
Give the girl a club song, what she's dyin' for (yeah)
Give the girl some room (room) to put on a show (show)
Give the girl a club song
And look at her go, go, go, go, go, go, go (go)
Look at her go, go, go, go (go, go), go, go, go
PCD, baby (yeah, ladies)
Forever (let's go)
We're back
Dolls, Dolls
Forever
