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Lynden
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elizabeth Lowell Boland
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Raphael Saadiq
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Nate Ferraro
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Brian Bates
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Beyoncé
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Megan Bülow
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This ain't Texas (whoo!)
Ain't no hold 'em (hey!)
So lay your cards down, down, down
So park your Lexus (whoo!)
And throw your keys up (hey!)
Stick around, 'round, 'round, 'round (stick around)
And I'll be damned if I can't slow-dance with you
Come pour some sugar on me, honey too
It's a real-life boogie and a real-life hoedown
Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now, whoo
There's a tornado (there's a tornado)
In my city (in my city)
Hit the basement (hit the basement)
That shit ain't pretty (that shit ain't pretty)
Rugged whiskey (rugged whiskey)
'Cause we're survivin' ('cause we're survivin')
Up, red-cup kisses, sweet redemption, passin' time, yeah
Ooh-ooh, one step to the right
We headed to the dive bar, we always thought it was nice
Whoo-ooh, run me to the left
Then spin me in the middle, boy, I can read your mind
This ain't Texas
Ain't no hold 'em
So lay your cards down, down, down, down
So park your Lexus
And throw your keys up
Yeah, stick around, 'round, 'round, 'round
And I'll be damned if I can't slow-dance with you
Come pour some sugar on me, honey too
It's a real-life boogie and a real-life hoedown
Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now, whoo
And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you
Come pour some liquor on me, honey too
It's a real-life boogie and a real-life hoedown
Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now
(Whoo, whoo-hoo)
(Whoo-hoo)
(Whoo-hoo)
Ah, I, whoa
There's a heatwave (there's a heatwave)
Comin' at us (comin' at us)
Too hot to think straight (too hot to think straight)
Too cold to panic (too cold to panic)
All of the problems
Just feel dramatic (just feel dramatic)
And now we're runnin' to the first bar that we find, yeah
Ooh-ooh, one step to the right
We headed to the dive bar we always thought was nice
And, ooh-ooh, you run to the left
Just work me in the middle, boy, I can read your mind
This ain't Texas (whoo!)
Ain't no hold 'em (hey!)
So lay your cards down, down, down
So park your Lexus (hey!)
And throw your keys up (hey!)
Stick around, 'round, 'round, 'round (stick around)
And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you
Come pour some liquor on me, honey too
It's a real-life boogie and a real-life hoedown
Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now, whoo!
And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you
Come pour some liquor on me, honey too
It's a real-life boogie and a real-life hoedown
Don't be a-, come take it to the floor now, whoo
Take it to the floor now, whoo (oops, spurs, boots)
To the floor now, whoo (talk back, whoops) whoo-ooh
(Shoot) come take it to the floor now, whoo
And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you
Baby, pour that sugar and liquor on me too (spurs, spurs, boots)
Sologenic, photogenic, shoot
Writer(s): Raphael Saadiq, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Nathan John Ferraro, Brian Vincent Bates, Elizabeth Lowell Boland, Megan Mulow
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