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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Christina Aguilera
Christina Aguilera
Vocals
Steve Morales
Steve Morales
Programming
David Siegel
David Siegel
Keyboards
Aaron Fishbein
Aaron Fishbein
Electric Guitar
Dan Warner
Dan Warner
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christina Aguilera
Christina Aguilera
Songwriter
Steve Morales
Steve Morales
Songwriter
Balewa Muhammad
Balewa Muhammad
Songwriter
David Siegel
David Siegel
Songwriter
Ron Fair
Ron Fair
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Morales
Steve Morales
Producer
Balewa Muhammad
Balewa Muhammad
Vocal Producer
Wassim Zreik
Wassim Zreik
Recording Engineer
Oscar Ramirez
Oscar Ramirez
Recording Engineer
Shane Stoner
Shane Stoner
Recording Engineer
Tony Masserati
Tony Masserati
Mixing Engineer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Assistant Engineer
Aaron Leply
Aaron Leply
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Baby, you pretend that things ain't what they seem All this tension on titling just exactly what we should be Now I don't mind us bein' some kind of casual thing Listen, all I wanna do for now is have you come and take all of me Can you put your hands on my waistline? Want your skin up against mine Move my hips to the baseline Let me get mine, you get yours Hang a 'please don't disturb' sign Put my back into a slow grind (slow grind) Sending chills up and down my spine Let me get mine, you get yours If you see me with a man, understand that you can't question me The feelings that you caught ain't my fault Can't help your jealousy If you can handle the fact That what we have has got to be commitment free (free) Then we can keep this undercover lovin' comin' Hidden underneath the sheets Can you put your hands on my waistline? (oh, my waistline) Want your skin up against mine Move my hips to the baseline Let me get mine, you get yours (but don't fall in love) Hang a 'please don't disturb' sign Put my back into a slow grind (slow grind) Sending chills up and down my spine Let me get mine, you get yours Now listen, so, come on and freak my body We can get nasty, naughty all night, a private party Gotta hit that spot just right, work me like a nine to five It ain't about the kissin' and huggin' 'Cause this is a physical lovin' Straight sweatin', our bodies are rubbin' Gotta hit that spot just right, work me like a nine to five We have a physical thing We make love, but don't fall in love (Let me get mine, you get yours) We spend time, just enough so you get yours, and I get mine No strings attached I want your body, not your heart (Let me get mine, you get yours) Can you put your hands on my waistline? (hands on my waistline) Want your skin up against mine Move my hips to the baseline Let me get mine, you get yours (but don't fall in love) Hang a 'please don't disturb' sign Put my back into a slow grind Sending chills up and down my spine Let me get mine, you get yours Put your hands on my waistline (put your hands on my waistline) Want your skin up against mine (Oh, the baseline) Move my hips to the baseline Let me get mine, you get yours (oh, we don't fall in love) (Freak my body, baby) Hang a 'please don't disturb' sign Put my back into a slow grind (nasty, naughty, babe) Sending chills up and down my spine (ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah) Let me get mine, you get yours Hmm, come here Don't be shy, I won't bite Let me get mine, you get yours
Writer(s): Christina Aguilera, Balewa M. Muhammad, Steve Morales, David Siegel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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