Show Me What You're Workin' With

Hey, I got a feeling that under that dress
You got the kind of body 'd make the innocent confess
It’d be a crime if I went home tonight without seeing it, aw, seeing it
Come on, pretty mama show me what you’re workin' with
Well the music is loud and the dance floor is jumpin'
Back it up baby and show me a little somethin', somethin'
We both know that you got it; there 'ain't no use in hidin' it
Come on, pretty mama show me what you’re workin' with
Aw shake it up girl, I’m 'bout to blow a fuse
Break it down and give me somethin' I can use
The way you bump and grind and swivel them hips
Put a little bit of that with a little bit of this
You’re a real fire box honey, just about hot as it gets, aw yeah
So come on, pretty mama show me what you’re workin' with, ugh
I 'ain't hard up, honey, I’ve been around
I met some might fine fillies in this one-horse town
But you got me thinkin' I 'ain't seen nothing yet. Aw, nothin' yet
So, come on, pretty mama show me what you’re workin' with
Shake it up girl, I’m 'bout to blow a fuse
Back it up and give me something I can use
The way you bump and grind and swivel them hips
Put a little bit of that with a little bit of this
You’re a real fire box honey, just about hot as it gets. Aw yeah
Come on, pretty mama show me what you’re workin' with, aw yeah
Come on, pretty mama show me what you’re workin' with, aw yeah