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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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