Blurred Lines - Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox

If you can’t hear, what I’m trying say

If you can’t read, from the same page

Maybe I’m going deaf

Maybe I’m going blind

Maybe I’m out of my mind

OK, now he was close

Tried to domesticate you

But you’re an animal

Baby, it’s in your nature

Just let me liberate you

You don’t need no papers

That man is not your mate

And that’s why I’m going

Good girl!

I know you want it

I know you want it

I know you want it

You’re a good girl!

Can’t let it get past me

Me fall from plastic

Talk about getting blasted

I hate these blurred lines!

I know you want it

I know you want it

I know you want it

But you’re a good girl!

The way you grab me

Must wanna get nasty

Go ahead, get at me

What do they make dreams for

When you got them jeans on

What do we need steam for

You the hottest guy in this place!

I feel so lucky

You wanna hug me

What rhymes with hug me?

Hey!

OK, now he was close

Tried to domesticate you

But you’re an animal

Baby, it’s in your nature

Just let me liberate you

You don’t need no papers

That man is not your mate

Shake your rump

Get down

Get up

Do it like it hurt

What, you don’t like work?

Shake your rump

Get down

Get up

Do it like it hurt

What, you don’t like work?

Shake your rump

Get down

Get up

Do it like it hurt

What, you don’t like work?

One thing I ask of you

Let me be the one you that cut that grass for you

From Malibu to Paris, boo

Yeah, I had a girl, but she ain’t bad as you

So hit me up when you pass through

I’ll give you something big enough to share a glass or two

Swag on, even when you dress casual

I mean it’s almost unbearable

In a hundred years not dare, would I

Pull a Pharside let you pass me by

Nothing like your last guy, he too square for you

He don’t slap that face and pull your hair like that

So I just watch and wait for you to salute

But you didn’t pick

Not many women can refuse this pimpin'

I’m a nice guy, …

And that’s why I’m going take a good girl

I know you want it

I know you want it

I know you want it

You’re a good girl!

Can’t let it get past me

Me fall from plastic

Talk about getting blasted

I hate these blurred lines!

I know you want it

I know you want it

I know you want it

But you’re a good girl!

The way you grab me

Must wanna get nasty

Go ahead, get at me