Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox, Cristina Gatti - Drunk in Love lyrics

I've been drinking, I've been drinking
I get filthy when that liquor get into me
I've been thinking, I've been thinking
Why can't I keep my fingers off you, baby?
I want you, na na
Why can't I keep my fingers off you, baby?
I want you, na na

Cigars on ice, cigars on ice
Feeling like an animal with these
Cameras all in my grill
Flashing lights, flashing lights
You got me faded, faded, faded
Baby, I want you, na na
Can't keep your eyes off my fatty
Daddy, I want you, na na drunk in love
We be all night
We woke up in the kitchen saying
"How the hell did this shit happen?", oh baby
Drunk in love, we be all night
Last thing I remember is our
Beautiful bodies grinding off in that club
Drunk in love

We be all night, love love
We be all night, love love

We be all night, and everything alright
No complaints for my body
So fluorescent under these lights
Boy, I'm drinking park it in my lot 7-11
I'm rubbing on it, rub-rubbing
If you scared, call that reverend
Boy, I'm drinking get your game right
Armand de brignac gangster wife
Louis sheets, he sweat it out
Like washed rags, he wear it out i'm singing
On the mic to my boys' toys
Then I fill the tub up halfway then
Ride it with my surfboard
Surfboard, surfboard
Graining on that wood, graining
Graining on that wood
I'm swerving on that, swerving
Swerving on that
Big body Been serving all this, swerve
Surfing in all of this good good

We be all night
We woke up in the kitchen saying
"How the hell did this shit happen?", oh baby
Drunk in love

We be all night, love love
We be all night, love love
We be all night, love love we be all night
Drunk in love