Cayan

I know a girl. She's a shy girl.
Don't say much. But I've got a hunch.
She's got another side, she likes to hide.
In the back of her head, in the front of my mind.
Got a hip in her shake, got a swing in her step.
Got a thing in her thigh, and a gleam in her eye.
All the girls get jealous, all the guys want more.
When the lights go down, she hits the floor.
She likes to dance and tear that place up. When she cuts a rug my eyes get stuck
Dance and tear that place up, when she cuts a rug it ain't enough.
I like the part when the guy gets the girl.
When they close the door, makes me want a little more.
I get that feeling when I watch her go.
I can watch for days, but let's take it slow.
She's got that rhythm, she's got that bounce.
The way she moves her thing, when she walks out.
All the girls get jealous, all the guys want more.
When the lights go down, and she hits the floor...