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Kirsten Childs
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Give It Up
You ready, Vivica?
I think so
Let's go over it one more time
Okay
Look bored
Don't smile
Wag my head
And roll my eyes
A lot
Good!
And if he says something stupid?
I go 'Tsk, hm'
And if he says something nice?
I go 'Tsk, hm'
And if you like him?
Then I go 'Hmm hm'
Good!
Now, what if it's a slow song?
Then I head for the punch bowl
No, no, no
First of all
They've got the punch spiked
With Akadama Plum Wine
Oh, right
And second of all
How you gonna get a date on grand night
If you never let a boy grind on you
Or let a boy slob on you
Just a little bit?
But, Emily
Why can't we just talk to these boys?
You wanna talk at a party?
Are you out of your mind?
Give it up
Give it up
Give it up
Give up the booty
Give it up
Give up the booty
Oh, baby, baby, baby
Give it up
Give it up
Cause tonight I'm getting with you
Baby, you won't know what hit you
Let me paint a little picture
Of the way I'm gonna get you
Give it up
I'm gonna show you my pecs
I'm gonna show you my sex
I spiked the punch with Akadama
Gotta hunch ain't no pajama party atmosphere
Happening up in here
Give it up
Desire
Desire
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Desire in the air
You're my desire supplier
You're napping up my hair
When I hear your moans
My teenage hormones
Make me frisky like a pup
Give me a bone
Baby, come on
And give it up
Oh, look
There's Gregory Robinson!
Hi, Gregory!
Put your hand down, Vivica
What?
Put it down, put it down
Put it down, put it down, put it down
But that's Gregory Robinson
I don't care if it's Smokey Robinson
Put your damn hand down
Well, dog gone it, Emily
The music's on
They're standing there
We're standing here
And we're rolling our eyes
And we're wagging our heads
And we're sucking our teeth
Like we're supposed to
So, what is their problem?
Oh, baby, baby, baby
I am scared
I am scared
And my palms are kinda sweating
And my pants are almost wetting
And this pressure is upsetting
And there's no way I'm forgetting
I am scared
If i could know in advance
That when I ask her to dance
She wouldn't act like she was nauseous
Then I wouldn't be so cautious
Wondering what she thinks
Rejection stinks
I am scared
Just offer your hand, boy
That's all you have to do
Obey my mental command, boy
Before the song is through
To hell with thinking
It's time for drinking
Liquid courage from a cup of party brew
Then it's on you to give it up
Girl, give it up
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