Ирина Юрьевна

Worship, worship, show me how you work it Sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat Tipping down like Sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat Tipping down like Listening in the spotlight as she glow Getting me higher when I drop so low And she watching me once and I think she knows Let me wind it up, wind it up, watch it go You can't stop, baby, we don't have I could be that guy to show you Set the roof on fire, make the spring push fly