Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh Yodellay, yodallay, yodal-low
(Yeah) This is the key that makes us wind up When the beat comes on, the girls all line up And the boys all look, but no, they can't touch But the girls want to know why the boys like us so much
They like the we dance, they like the way we work They like that way that L.A.M.B. is going across my shirt They like the way my pants, it compliments my shape (She's crazy, right?) They like the way we react everytime we dance
Everytime the bass bangs, realize it calls your name Let the beat wind you up, and don't stop till your time is up Get in line now
Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh Yodellay, yodallay, yodal-low
You've got to let the beat get under your skin You've got to open up, and let it all in But see, once it gets in, the poppin' begins And then you find out, why all the boys stare
They're trying to bite our style Trying to study our approach They like the way we do it, so original I guess that they are slow, so they should leave the room This beat is for the clubs, and cars that go
Everytime the bass bangs, realize it calls your name Let the beat wind you up, and don't stop till your time is up Get in line now
Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh Yodellay, yodallay, yodal-low
Uh huh, it's your moment Uh huh, come on girl, you know you own it Uh huh, you know your key is still tick-tockin' Hell yeah, and you know they're watchin'
Get it girl, get it, get it girl Get it girl, get it, get it girl To the font, to the side, To the back, but don't let him ride
Keep goin' girl, it's your night Don't let him steal your light I know he thinks you're fine and stuff But does he know how to wind you up? (Come on)
Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh Yodellay, yodallay, yodal-low, hey!
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