Club Song

Don't bring your boyfriend to the club

Dolls

PCD, baby

We're back

Yes, sir, your baby's in the corner

You ain't doing it for her

She's bummin' but she ain't depressed

Yes, sir, I get it 'cause I've been her

Her body's built to shimmer

Got feelings that she can't express

No, it ain't your fault, so don't be jealous

You ain't what she wants (wants, wants, wants, wants, wants)

Don't bring your boyfriend to the club

(You know what she wants) yeah

Give the girl her girls (girls), give the girl the floor (floor)

Give the girl a club song, what she's dying for (oh-oh)

Give the girl some room (room) to put on a show (show)

Give the girl a club song

And look at her go (go, go, go, go, go, go)

Look at her go (go, go, go, go, go)

Go, go, go

That's right, the other side of midnight

The music fitting skintight

She moves like someone you don't know

That's her, her truest color showing

Go 'til six in the morning

The rhythm is the antidote

No, it ain't your fault, so don't be jealous

You ain't what she wants (wants, wants, wants, wants, wants)

Don't bring your boyfriend to the club

(Give her what she wants) yeah

Give the girl her girls (girls), give the girl the floor (floor)

Give the girl a club song, what she's dying for (oh-oh)

Give the girl some room (room) to put on a show (show)

Give the girl a club song

And look at her go (go, go, go, go, go, go)

Look at her go (go, go, go, go, go)

Go, go, go

PCD, baby (yeah, ladies), forever (let's go)

We're back (yeah)

Dolls, dolls

Forever (yeah)