As if I ever gave a f**k about all your dressing up
For all the boys who think they're cool
But then I never, ever thought about
Taking anyone else home but you...
You've got your best shoes on
You're wearing too much perfume, it doesn't suit you
I like you better with just your t-shirt on
You've got your best shoes on
You're wearing too much perfume, it doesn't suit you
I like you better with just your t-shirt on
Move on over, baby, you're not close enough for me, girl
And we both know it's true
Move on over, baby, I want your hands all over my stomach
Your lips all over my chest and neck
Move on over, baby, you're not close enough for me, girl
And we both know it's true
Move on over, baby, I want your hands all over my stomach
Your lips all over my chest and neck