Popstar Crush

I seen a body just like yours when I was little
See, Señora *redacted* was all over MTV
Just a kid, I wasn’t looking at her booty
Vibin' next to screen, caught prepubescent feels, oh
She in leg warmers looking perfect on the table
Even Batman and Daredevil won’t be able
To prevent me from stealing her away, bold
Statement for somebody under thirteen years of age
I didn’t even have a pager
Love don’t cost a thing though
Didn’t speak the language
But picked up the lingo
English, Spanish, French
Hey, it doesn’t really matter
Let’s put her songs on
And dance like it’s '02, cutie, all night long
Way you dance makes me say (Hey!)
Way you look makes me go (Woah!)
You wrote yourself into the story of my heart, babe
You blow my mind like J-Lo
Way you dance makes me say (Hey!)
Way you look makes me go (Woah!)
Feel like a kid on Christmas, that hot green dress?
You pull it off as good as J. Lo
Wouldn’t want anything serious, but night is young and if you’d really like to
leave this place with me
You should keep an open mind and full disclosure: I also have a soft spot for
Britney
Okay, It’s year two thousand
I was around this tall
Stronger music video on VHS
List of Britney songs I want to hear before my kindergarten trips
My intentions — crystal, I’d feel stoked
Every time her song was on the radio
My little heart was crushing hard
Thinking I’d grow up soon, marriage could be in the cards
Driven crazy by her, hang on every word she said
So excited when got «Oops…» on cassette
Side B is finished, time to reset
Obsessed with doing multiple fourty-minute sets
Slowly melting each and every time she said «babe»
By end of month, I swear there was some wear on the tape
So listen
You look just like one of two girls of my childhood dreams
And if you’re free tonight
We can go and catch sunrise, some ocean breeze
Drink wine under starry sky
No strings attached
Unless you want to
Won’t go to my home
No springs get mashed
Just say the word, oh
You want to skip the beach
If you girls want to be my guests on your own accord
Well, I just can’t refuse, you both are too important
I’ll drive, it’s not too far
As engine roars to life, I look in mirror, and
Make a wish upon pop stars getting into my car
Way you look makes me go (Woah!)
Way you dance makes me say (Hey!)
How can I keep my voice low
Bitch, just look: it’s Britney
Way you look makes me go (Woah!)
Way you dance makes me say (Hey!)
And if she ask if I can go again, we’ll go~
I’m not about to say no to Britney
Way you dance makes me say (Hey!)
Way you look makes me go (Woah!)
You wrote yourself into the story of my heart
Babe, You blow my mind like J-Lo
Way you dance makes me say (Hey!)
Way you look makes me go (Woah!)
Feel like a kid on Christmas, that hot green dress?
You pull it off as good as J. Lo