Thank God I’m off I’m finally free (I see you) Lookin’, lookin’, yeah lookin’ at me The night is young and so are we Get in the car, bitch, come drink with me Uh huh, come drink with me I like the bartender I do my order with her Wow the DJ’s even better Bitch it’s hot, call me a sweater Everybody’s dripping, getting wetter Somebody’s fanning like a human propellor Let’s dance so hard The beat goes “I’m sick of her” Twenty for a cocktail, forty to get in here Look at Peter’s rabbit-mink-ass fur Looks familiar yet I’m superior I paid all that money wearing Counterfeit fur A real riot on the beat (I’m sick of her) Everybody’s off Same feeling as me (I see you) Lookin’, lookin’, yeah lookin’ at me Listen up Bee, RB’s got the key Follow me on a count of 3 Watch the stalls have 0 TP I like the bartender I do my order with her Have you seen my sweater? Did I wear one? Can’t remember Oh my god—oh my god Ohhhh my god Espresso martini? Or a cheeky Bathroom ski-ski touching up Our sticky pinky lippie? Let’s dance so hard The beat goes “I’m sick of her” Twenty for a cocktail, forty to get in here Look at Peter’s rabbit-mink-ass fur Looks familiar yet I’m superior I paid all that money wearing Counterfeit fur Yeah… riot on the beat (I’m sick of her) Sick—sick—sick of her Sick—sick—sick of her Sick—sick—sick of her I’m sick of her! Let’s dance so hard the beat goes “I’m sick of her” Sick of her Sick of her Sick of her Sick of her Sick of her Sick of her Let’s dance so hard the beat goes “I’m sick of her” Sick of her Sick of her Sick of her Sick of her Sick of her Sick of her A real riot on the beat I’m sick of her
