Club Song

Don't bring you 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
Don't bring your boyfriend to the club
Yeah (you know what she wants)

Give the girl her girls (girls), give the girl the floor (floor)
Give the girl a club song, what she's dying for (yeah)
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, go, go
Look at her go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go
That's right, the other side of midnight
The music's fitting skintight
She moves like someone you don't know
That's her, her truest color showing
Go till 6 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
Don't bring your boyfriend to the club
Yeah (give her what she wants)

Give the girl her girls (girls), give the girl the floor (floor)
Give the girl a club song, what she's dying for (yeah)
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, 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
Dolls, dolls
Forever