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Hold on Da-da, la-la, la-da Da-da, da-da Yeah, Derulo I didn't know what I was lookin' for 'til you slid in You got them fellas linin' up, I bet you're used to this (Oh, yeah) I can't imagine a girl like you is sleepin' alone (Oh no, babe) Uh, yeah, you're too damn sexy for me to be your only fan Girl, who am I to judge? I don't really care about your body count 'Cause I just want to make that body count Two, three, four, five We got one night To make (To make), to make (To make) To make that body count (Oh, oh, oh) To make that body count (Oh, oh, oh) (Haha, ha) If you kiss my friend, I kiss yours Make you feel better, even up the score Like Michael Jackson said before Let me beat it, beat it, beat it 'til I can't no more ('Til I can't no more) We could call it love sex is a hell of a drug SongtexteGirl, who am I to judge? (Judge) I don't really care about your body count 'Cause I just want to make that body count Two, three, four, five We got one night To make (To make), to make (To make) To make that body count (Oh, oh, oh) To make that body count (Oh, oh, oh) (Haha, ha) Alright, we gon' do some throwback shit (Haha, ha) Ayy, check this out Ayy, ayy, ayy, hey, ladies (Yeah) Do you pay your own bills? (Yeah) Do you look fine? (Hell yeah) Well, you 'bout to get lucky tonight Hey fellas (Yeah) Is you gettin' paid? (Yeah) Do you look fly? (Hell yeah) Well, you 'bout to get lucky tonight Well, you 'bout to get lucky tonight, uh Well, you 'bout to get lucky tonight All that ass, must be good at math Watch me, watch me, make that body count I don't really care about your body count 'Cause I just want to make that body count Two, three, four, five We got one night To make (To make), to make (To make) To make that body count (Oh, oh, oh) To make that body count, baby (Oh, oh, oh) To make that body count (Oh, oh, oh) (Two, three, four, five) (We got one night) I only one night To make, to make To make that body count Aus Songtexte Mania