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We've all been there, yes indeed Just looking for a little of what we need Meet a girl, but not your type But she will do just for tonight You say hello, you buy the drinks Pretend to care now what she thinks Take her hand, ask her to dance Don't let her go, might be your last chance Boot, Skeet, Boogie Boot, Skeet, Boogie Boot, Skeet, Boogie Now she's drunk and starts to slur She can barely see you, just a blur Letras de cancionesShe says Well, can you drive me home Now you're in there, that's for sure Grab the keys, you should skip the bill Time to move in for the kill Hit the gas, you swerve the lanes Screech the brakes just before her place Boot, Skeet, Boogie Boot, Skeet, Boogie Boot, Skeet, Boogie You hold her hair, she sprays the curb Come on boy, don't lose your nerve You've gotten this far, you can't turn back If she's ugly just grab a sack You hit it fast, you've hit it strong But now something just feels wrong Not a single scream, not a single shout Holy shit, this bitch passed out Boot, Skeet, Boogie Boot, Skeet, Boogie Boot, Skeet, Boogie From Letras Mania