"1-800-SEXY" lyrics

"1-800-SEXY"

The number you have reached, 1-800-SEXY, is now available

I'm basic, I wear what I wanna
Gucci, Louie, and a little bit of Prada
Oh! It's getting hot like a sauna
I'ma strike a pose just like Madonna

I know you made it clear to me
So what, I get drunk?
So what, I smoke weed?
I got my hands on the wheel tight
In case I'm tripping cause I just might
I just might find out
Life worth livin', life worth chillin' out
I'll pay the refill on your Sprite
I'll take the toppings that you don't like

Call me on the phone
I wanna know, I wanna let you know

You are now listening to 1-800-SEXY, by Just Friends

Awwhh, yea. Uh!
I saw you coming from a mile away (mile away)
I dropped my glasses and my swagger left me (swagger left me)
But it was only for a moment, see? (moment see)
Cause talking to you now's intoxicating (woo!)
Do you wanna get down? uh!
We could walk around town, yea!
Make music, make sound uuu
Is this a nervous breakdown?

Do you want to get down with me?
Do you want to get down with me?
(Meh eh eh eh eh, ow!)

Call me on the phone
I wanna know, I wanna let you know
Call me on the phone
I wanna know (I wanna know)
I wanna let you know (I wanna)

I wanna know, ow!

I wanna know! Ou! Uh uh!

Do you want to get down with me? (Woooo)
Do you want to get down with me?
(Meh eh eh eh eh, ow!) (C'mon!)

Call me on the phone
On the phone, I wanna let you know (I wanna let you know!)
Call me on the phone
On the phone (I wanna let you know!)
On the phone! (I wanna let you know!)


Writer(s): Samuel Jerome Kless, Kevin Andrew Prochnow, Matthew Yankovich, Brandon Downum, Brianda Estefania Goyos Leon, Benjamin Cole Donlon
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