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Lletres: Pussycat Dolls. Flirt.

Flirt, flirt

You wanna chill in my Lamborghini
You wanna look but you don't wanna see
So whatchya think of that look in my eyes?
You think it's for you? You think you read minds?

You better watch where you're putting those hands
You better stop if you're making more plans
'Cause everything you do makes you look like a fool

You're looking for some dirt, I'm lifting up my skirt
I'm searching for a light under me, in my purse
You always think the worst, I just wanna flirt

You found me on my knees, next thing you're saying, "Tease"
I'm trying to find my phone and my keys, not your sleaze
My spell is like a curse, I just wanna flirt

What part of 'no' don't you really understand?
One syllable words, old man
You got a problem with my space?
Get your mug out of my face

'Cause I've had it with your lies
You're pretty damn close to being unfine
'Cause everything you do makes you look like a fool

You're looking for some dirt, I'm lifting up my skirt
I'm searching for a light under me, in my purse
You always think the worst, I just wanna flirt

You found me on my knees, next thing you're saying, "Tease"
I'm trying to find my phone and my keys, not your sleaze
My spell is like a curse, I just wanna flirt

I'm just so lucky to be walking on a wire
I'm up so high that I can barely feel your fire
You can't touch me, no, that's just a dream

You're looking for some dirt, I'm lifting up my skirt
I'm searching for a light under me, in my purse
You always think the worst, I just wanna flirt

You found me on my knees, next thing you're saying, "Tease"
I'm trying to find my phone and my keys, not your sleaze
My spell is like a curse, I just wanna flirt

Flirt, flirt, flirt, flirt