Lyrics

Seven thirty in the morning, In the suit that I was born in. Girl, why you laughin' at me? Come on baby where my kakis? I'm runnin' late, need to beat it like Jackson. But you're kind of a distraction. Cause I can't stop watchin' ya, Showin' me your servasa now. Like the best lookin' bad influence I ever saw, Probably oughta hit the road but Na-maste! Ain't no way I'm bout to leave you in a pretzel on the floor like that, You look a little lonely on that mat. I should be saying goodbye, I might lose my job, but Na-maste! Come on baby, let me jump in on those stretches your doin', I'll be your student. Don't know nothing 'bout yoga at all, Probably oughta hit the road but Na-maste, Namaste, Namaste. Girl I'm tryna be responsible, but you're makin' it impossible. In the spandex pants lookin' all, flexin' bowl in your downward dog. Hoo! Namaste! Ain't no way, I'm 'bout to leave you in a pretzel on the floor like that, You look a little lonely on that mat, I should be saying goodbye, I might lose my job, but Na-maste Come on baby let me jump in on those stretches you doin', I'll be your student. Don't know nothing 'bout yoga at all, Probably oughta hit the road, but Na-maste, Namaste, Probably oughta hit the road, but Na-maste, Namaste, Namaste. You're the best lookin' bad influence I ever saw, Ain't got a clue what this means, but Na-maste Ain't no way, I'm 'bout to leave in a pretzel on the floor like that, You look a little lonely on that mat. I should be saying goodbye, I might lose my job, but Na-maste Come on baby let me jump in on those stretches you doin', I'll be your student. Don't know nothing 'bout yoga at all, Probably oughta hit the road but Na-maste, Namaste, Probably oughta hit the road but Na-maste, Namaste, Probably oughta hit the road but Na-maste.
Writer(s): Walker Hayes, Bobby Bones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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