You say you don't know what you want
But you like the feelin' a lot
When I hold you down and I'm rude to ya
Rude to ya
Yeah, dig my feelings out the grave again (grave again)
Sin so much I gotta make amends
I don't really like to make friends, but
I see how you lookin' at me (yeah, yeah)
And you see me pourin'
1942, I'll be faded 'til the mornin' (yeah, yeah)
Lil miss independent, let me give it to ya for a couple minutes
You say you don't know what you want
(You say you don't know what you want)
But you like the feelin' a lot
(But you like the feelin')
When I hold you down and I'm rude to ya
Rude to ya
Blow up the spot (blow up the spot)
I can tell you like getting caught (I can tell you like it)
Baby, get on top, I'll be rude to ya
Rude to ya
Hands on my body
I know you want me
Drive you to the edge
You can take that off me
We been gone a little too long
We should get back to the party, prolly
Yeah, everybody starin'
Do we have a problem?
Is it so apparent? (Apparent, apparent)
Should I be embarassed?
I don't really care at all
You say you don't know what you want
(You say you don't know what you want)
But you like the feelin' a lot
(But you like the feelin')
When I hold you down and I'm rude to ya
Rude to ya
Blow up the spot (blow up the spot)
I can tell you like getting caught (I can tell you like it)
Baby, get on top, I'll be rude to ya
Rude to ya
