[Verse] You can't keep a beat You can't sing sweet Odds makers say you can't ride to the top You're a flop But you got something that can't be taught When you raise your hem you're hot [Verse 2] Hands in the air Heart racin' high Every seat n the hall occupied By a man with a plan To make you his bride Don't sing, don't sing, you can't get in key But you don't need to Be in harmony You're exotic, your rump is hypnotic You can't hoof But still raise the roof No talent girl No talent that can move a man With her artistry But when she wiggles her hips He's ready to embrace her lips