Ayesha Erotica - Tipsy on the Dance Floor lyrics
Ayesha Erotica
[Ayesha Erotica - Tipsy on the Dance Floor lyrics]
Come here and have a drink
Margaritas at my place
Who cares what your husband thinks?
Let's go to the club, I really want to tango
Strawberry martinis, apple and mango
Leave the kids at home
And wear something spunky
We're dancing with our cocktails
The music's pretty funky
And if the babysitter calls
Who cares? She's a slut i'm cute, petite
And wealthy and I'm here to shake my butt
I'm tipsy on the dance floor
(Don't tell my husband
Don't tell my husband)
(Don't tell my husband)
Because I'm tipsy on the dance floor
(Don't tell my husband
Don't tell my husband)
(Don't tell my husband)
Because I'm tipsy on the dance floor
(Don't tell my husband
Don't tell my husband)
(Don't tell my husband)
Because I'm tipsy on the dance floor
(Don't tell my husband
Don't tell my husband)
(Don't tell my husband)
You're fucking ugly