he’s blocking the door, I don’t know what to do

I need some hot stuff, baby; tonight!

sometimes I ride escalators

hell’s bells I’m going to be late

break every rule

1760

let’s just kiss and get it over with

the picture you see is no portrait of me

that’s the thing about us, the thing that makes us special

but I don’t want to sit on the other benches, I want to sit on this one

from gulf to bay

La-di-da-di, we like to party
We don’t cause trouble, we don’t bother nobody; we’re
Just some men that’s on the mic
And when we rock upon the mic we rock the mic RIGHT