Turn It Up Songtext
von Texas Hippie Coalition
Turn It Up Songtext
Little Sarah was from Texas, she was the preacher′s daughter
She never practiced much of those things her father taught her
One night at Vinnie's clubhouse she heard some Texas music
She started dancin′ sexy and takin' clothes off to it
Gotta have it
Addicted
Gotta have it
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, let's turn it up louder
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, let′s turn it up louder
Turn it up
Darlin′ Nikki was from Detroit, she drove a beat up Caddy
She never ever needed any old sugar daddy
She worked the strip club circuit, they called her darlin' honey
She started dancin′ dirty and takin' all their money
Gotta have it
Addicted
Gotta have it
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, let′s turn it up louder
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, let's turn it up louder
I will not ask you again
Won′t you please turn it up?
Turn it up
Please, won't you
Turn it up
Turn it up louder
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, let's turn it up louder
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, let′s turn it up louder
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on let′s turn it up louder
Turn it up
She never practiced much of those things her father taught her
One night at Vinnie's clubhouse she heard some Texas music
She started dancin′ sexy and takin' clothes off to it
Gotta have it
Addicted
Gotta have it
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, let's turn it up louder
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, let′s turn it up louder
Turn it up
Darlin′ Nikki was from Detroit, she drove a beat up Caddy
She never ever needed any old sugar daddy
She worked the strip club circuit, they called her darlin' honey
She started dancin′ dirty and takin' all their money
Gotta have it
Addicted
Gotta have it
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, let′s turn it up louder
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, let's turn it up louder
I will not ask you again
Won′t you please turn it up?
Turn it up
Please, won't you
Turn it up
Turn it up louder
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, let's turn it up louder
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, let′s turn it up louder
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on, come on, come on, come on, turn it up
Come on let′s turn it up louder
Turn it up
Writer(s): Robert Roy Marlette, James Richard Anderson, Wesley Allen Wallace Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com