Lyrics

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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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