Be a Bimbo. Part 3

Touch your toes, powder your nose, credit card flippin' like a pancake, hot hot

Just a wink, a bit, a wiggle on my hips, make the boys in my scene all sweat

Bimbo, talk that shit, chatterbox bitch, got the wine to rock

Look lost, watch the gloss, runnin' up a tab on the slab at what cost

Oh yeah, she needs a man, all the bills can't do the math

Don't be fooled by the killer rap bitch, bomb bomb shout, she's a hell of a snitch

She be rockin' to the break of dawn

Dune, dune,...dune

She be rockin' to the break of dawn

Oh my god, yes!

Oh!

Oh my god!

Oh my god, I'm gonna break my hair!

Oh my god!

Oh

Oh yes.

So bad, so bad.

Yeah, yeah.

That's such a motherfucking cock.

Awww.

Awww.

Awww.

Yeah.

Awww.

Awww.

Yeah.

Okay, well, I'll let you guys get back

to what you were doing before I interrupted.