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Song:The Creep
Album:Turtleneck & ChainGenres:Electronic, Hip Hop, Non-Music
Year:2011 Length:211 sec

Lyrics:

Haha, yeah
Hi, I'm John Waters, and this is the Creep

When you’re out at a club and you see a fly girl
Do the Creep (ha)
Do the Creep (ha)
And if you wanna make friends at the ATM
Do the Creep (ha)
And do the Creep (ha)

Well, we got a new dance, so get up on your feet
It’s real easy to do and it’s called the Creep
Let your hands flop around, like a marionette
Pop your knees up and down, sh-sh-shakin’ your neck
Now pull your waistband up like you expecting a flood
And stick your hair down flat like it was covered in mud
Trim up your pencil mustache and pop them peepers
Put this in your speakers, you a certified creeper

When you see a country peach laying out at the beach
Do the Creep (ha)
And do the Creep (ha)
And when a fine PYT walks in front of your tree
Do the Creep (ooh)
And do the Creep (ha)

I was six years old when I started creeping
My parents took it to their room and I started peeping
You can imagine their surprise when they lifted their heads
And saw my little ass creeping at the foot of the bed
And they knew I was a creep since the day I was born
Get popping out my momma like some kettle corn
And the doctor caught my head and he starting freaking
Cause I came out clean and I came out creeping

Nicki (uh), Nicki (uh huh)
Nicki, Nicki, Nicki, Nicki (yeah)

When I was a girl, I creeped in the boys' locker room
Hide deep inside, it was my little creep stalker room
As they disrobed, I was oogling and oggling
Little did they know that for me, they were modeling
And I would laugh: ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
And they would dance: la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
So pop your peepers and squeak out your sneakers
Don’t sleep, come on, get your creep on with me

Go on and get you sweating off the bride at her wedding
Do the Creep (ha)
And do the Creep (ha)
But when you sneak into a wake and you see a beefcake
Do the Creep (ooh)
And do the creep (ha)
When the judge is a hottie and you can’t control your body
Do the Creep (ha)
And do the Creep (ha)
So get your knees flexin’ and your arms T-Rexin’
And creep, haha (ha)
Do the Creep (ha)

And don’t forget to smile




 

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