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Kelis - Текст песни Take You Home
I got a call from my girls around eight about that Friday spot
 Round 12 hit the highway stop, I need gas
 Car behind me on my ass, speed pass
 Turn the radio on that's my joint got me and I need to dance
 Pull up in the truck and it ain't my man's
 You screaming "hey yo", you don't got a chance
 Son, you are speaking a language I don't understand
 Know the dude I hang with, I don't hold his hand
 Cause, me, I'm free to choose 
 It's possible to leave with you
 When we get through, I drive passenger seat for you
 Let's ride
 At one I arrive
 Walked past the line
 Damn his ass is fine 
 Some guy now we up in the spot
 Watch
 Place hot 
 Couple of bottles champagne popped
 And that's how we doing it now
 I'm scheming while the DJ's moving the crowd
 Chorus x2
 I was wondering if I could take you home
 Would ya still love me baby, if I could take you home
 It's around 2 A.M. 
 The mood is trend 
 The club is snug
 I see him watching, love is love
 Caught him when I looked up, gave him a glance
 Promotion chick walked over while I'm shaking her hand
 I'm looking over her
 Sorry but I'm waiting for this man
 Is what I told her, so she could leave
 No breaking up my plans 
 No time for talking about shows 
 Or dates that I could host
 Damn, he walking over to me, they breaking out the jokes
 My girls laughing 
 They see me already imaginingKelis - Take You Home - http://ru.motolyrics.com/kelis/take-you-home-lyrics.html
 He whispered in my ear, would I dance with him 
 I answered him
 He took my hand with him 
 Dancing close
 I turned around and gave him my back, he passed a smoke
 He put his hand on my hip, then my stomach 
 He must want it 
 And I was really just 'bout to leave, his clique fronted
 Like they don't see 
 That they man 'bout to tell 'em peace
 And to think, I wasn't even gonna go out..see?
Chorus
 All I need is my lip gloss, I.D., gum, and I'm straight
 Especially if it's Envy in bungalow eight
 We making it hot on the dance floor today
 But my girls wanna leave cause there's nothing to take
 Nothing to meet 
 Spot dead, nothing to see
 Then we all agree that we won't leave
 Cause some spots the papi's still come at three
 That's when I tell the DJ to run that please
 He dancing behind me 
 I feel what's under his jeans
 And I had one too many so I'm under his scheme
 I mean I'm cool and the gang 
 The music is playing
 Think I found what I'm looking for, no purpose in waiting
 Almost time for breakfast 
 Standing by the coat checkers
 Looking for my parking lot ticket...that's it
 And this night just ended 
 Can't say with who, what, or where but it'll definitely be remembered
Chorus
 Would you be my boyfriend? [3X]
 For tonight only
 Would you be my boyfriend? [3X]
 For tonight only










