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Full moon, Friday night Must be going down, it's in the air tonight Little dress, with your high heels on Bet you left your goodie two shoes at home Straight from the limo to the front of the line Shots all night never spending a dime It's been a long week so it's about time You're gonna drink, gonna dance on the bar You're gonna sing, screaming like you're a star You're gonna slip that shot and put your ring in your purse He can have your best tomorrow baby I'll take your worst Cause tonight, ladies come, ladies come, ladies come first I can't stop looking at you I want to get up on you like a new tattoo You're such a good, bad girl bar doll Let's take this little party to a bathroom stall You smell like Heaven but you look like a sin Anytime you wanna we can do this again (Sign me up, sign me up, sign sign me up) You're gonna drink, gonna dance on the bar You're gonna sing, screaming like you're a star You're gonna slip that shot and put your ring in your purse He can have your best tomorrow baby I'll take your worst Cause tonight, ladies come, ladies come, ladies come first Lipstick stains down the front of my shirt Your panties on the floor and my mind's in the dirt You're too kind of sweet, naughty and nice If I get this chance again I won't think twice (Back back for more, round two) You're gonna drink, gonna dance on the bar You're gonna sing, screaming like you're a star You're gonna slip that shot and put your ring in your purse He can have your best tomorrow baby I'll take your worst Cause tonight, ladies come, ladies come, ladies come first
Writer(s): Christopher Tompkins, Josh Kear, Austin Winkler, Cody Hanson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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