Skip the Break Up Get to the Make Up

I was looking for a girl with the tightest pants
Wanted to see her fucking shake that ass
I saw those legs from across the room
Took my shots and then made my move
She said, «late night hotel room. we both know what we came to do»
Knew right then I had to make her mine
Little hand said it was only a matter of time
Until I got her home and back into the bed
Screaming so loud she could wake the dead
She said, «don't stop, don’t stop! c’mon and make ginger pop»
Hit the lights
Keep it steady
Lock and load
Fire when ready