Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Little Sarah was from Texas
She was the preacher's daughter
She never practiced much of
Those things her father taught her
One night at Vinnie's clubhouse
She heard some Texas music
She started dancin' sexy
And taking clothes off to it
[Verse 2]
Gotta have it
Addicted
Gotta have it
[Verse 3]
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, let's turn it up louder
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, let's turn it up louder
Turn it up
[Verse 4]
Darling Nicki was from Detroit
She drove a beat up Cadi'
She never ever needed
Any old sugar daddy
She worked the strip club circuit
They called her darlin' honey
She started dancin' dirty
And taking all their money
[Verse 5]
Gotta have it
Addicted
Gotta have it
[Verse 6]
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, let's turn it up louder
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, let's turn it up louder
[Verse 7]
I will not ask you again
Won't you please turn it up?
Turn it up
[Verse 8]
Please won't you
Turn it up
Turn it up louder
[Verse 9]
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, let's turn it up louder
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, let's turn it up louder
[Verse 10]
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, let's turn it up louder
Turn it up
Written by: Bob Marlette, Richard Anderson, Wes Wallace
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