Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Miguel
Miguel
Vocals
Fisticuffs
Fisticuffs
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mac Robinson
Mac Robinson
Songwriter
Brian Keith Warfield
Brian Keith Warfield
Songwriter
Miguel Jontel Pimentel
Miguel Jontel Pimentel
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Miguel
Miguel
Executive Producer
Fisticuffs
Fisticuffs
Producer
Christian Plata
Christian Plata
Mixing Engineer
Mark Pitts
Mark Pitts
Executive Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Black leather skirt and a leopard print shirt, whoa
We can skip dinner headin' straight for desert, whoa
But when it feel so good and it just come natural
Baby arch your back
And point your toes
[Verse 2]
Ballerina smile but your sex like art, whoa
I'm saying rhythm is a talent that cannot be taught, whoa, babe
When it feels so good then it just come natural
Baby arch your back
Point your toes
[Verse 3]
Oh, see, I don't suppose
That every good girl knows, no
All that every bad girl knows
So baby arch your back
And point your toes
[Verse 4]
Fishnet bodysuit, birthday cake, whoa
Fetish is a pleasure that cannot be faked, whoa
But when it feels this good then it just comes natural
Baby arch your back
And point your toes
[Verse 5]
Oh, polaroid flash, baby, anything goes
Feeling high, don't keep your eyes closed
'Cause when it feels this good, baby just come natural
Baby arch your
You know what to do
Yeah baby
[Verse 6]
You know I don't suppose
Oh, that every good girl knows, yeah
All that every bad girl knows
Say, arch your back
And point your toes, yeah
[Verse 7]
Baby arch your back and point your toes
Written by: Brian Keith Warfield, Mac Robinson, Miguel
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