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INTERPRÉTATION
Justin Timberlake
Justin Timberlake
Chant
Danja
Danja
Claviers
Timbaland
Timbaland
Batterie
Emma Kummrow
Emma Kummrow
Violon
Igor Szwec
Igor Szwec
Violon
Davis Barnett
Davis Barnett
Alto
Jenny D'Lorenzo
Jenny D'Lorenzo
Violoncelle
CHARLES PARKER JR.
CHARLES PARKER JR.
Violon
Gloria Justen
Gloria Justen
Violon
Larry Gold
Larry Gold
Direction des cordes
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Justin Timberlake
Justin Timberlake
Paroles/Composition
Nate Hills
Nate Hills
Paroles/Composition
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Paroles/Composition
Larry Gold
Larry Gold
Arrangement des instruments à cordes
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Justin Timberlake
Justin Timberlake
Production
Danja
Danja
Production
Timbaland
Timbaland
Production
Jimmy Douglass
Jimmy Douglass
Ingénierie de mixage
Jeff Chestek
Jeff Chestek
Ingénierie des instruments à cordes
John Stahl
John Stahl
Assistance d’ingénierie des instruments à cordes

Paroles

Hey! Uh She's freaky, and she knows it She's freaky, but I like it Listen She grabs the yellow bottle She likes the way it hits her lips She gets to the bottom It sends her on a trip so right She might be going home with me tonight And, she looks like a model Except she got a little more ass Don't even bother, unless you've got that thing she likes Ooh, I hope she's going home with me tonight Hey! Those flashing lights come from everywhere The way they hit her, I have to stop and stare She's got me love-stoned Man, I swear she's bad, and she knows I think that she knows, uh She's freaky, and she knows it She's freaky, but I like it Yeah She shuts the room down The way she walks and causes a fuss The baddest in town She's flawless like some uncut ice Oh, I hope she's going home with me tonight, oh And all she wants is to dance That's why you'll find her on the floor But you don't have a chance Unless you move the way that she likes That's why she's going home with me tonight, oh Hey! Those flashing lights come from everywhere The way they hit her I have to stop and stare She's got me love stoned Man, I swear she's bad, and she knows I think that she knows, uh Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare (seem to cause a glare) The way they hit her, I have to stop and stare (have to stop and stare) She's got me love-stoned from everywhere She's bad, and she knows, I think that she knows Now dance Uh, little girl You're freaky, but I like it Hot damn! Let me put my funk on the guitar, one time, uh Ow! Those flashing lights come from everywhere, uh The way they hit her, I have to stop and stare She's got me love-stoned Man, I swear she's bad, and she knows I think that she knows, uh Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare The way they hit her, I have stop and stare She's got me love-stoned from everywhere She's bad, and she knows I think that she knows, ay, yeah Those flashing lights come from everywhere (hey, yeah, eh) The way they hit her, I have to stop and stare (whoa, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh) She's got me love-stoned Man, I swear she's bad, and she knows I think that she knows, uh Those flashing lights come from everywhere (where, where, where, where) The way they hit her, I just stop and stare (stare, stare, stare, stare) She's got me love-stoned (stoned, stoned, stoned) I think I'm love-stoned (stoned, stoned, stoned) She's got me love-stoned (stoned, stoned) I think that she knows, I think that she knows, oh, oh I think that she knows, I think that she knows, oh, oh I think that she knows, I think that she knows, oh, oh Those flashing lights come from everywhere (those flashing lights come from everywhere) The way they hit her, I just stop and stare, but I'm (seem to stop and stare) I'm love stoned from everywhere, and she knows I think that she knows (ho-ho) And now I walk around without a care (without a care) She's got me hooked, it just ain't fair, but I I'm love-stoned, and I could swear That she knows I think that she knows, oh, oh She knows, she knows, oh, oh Mmm-mm-hmm-mm, mm-mm-hmm (ho-ho) Mm-mm, mm, mm-mm, hmm-mmm, hmm-mm Mm-mm-mm, hmmm-mm, mm-mm, hmm-hmm Mm-mm-mm
Writer(s): Timothy Z. Mosley, Justin R. Timberlake, Floyd Nathaniel Hills Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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