Downtown Girl Songtext
von Hot Chelle Rae
Downtown Girl Songtext
′Sup, girl?
Ooh-ooh
She's a weekend beauty queen
At the black light clubs wearing out the scene
You know her type, out all night
Starry-eyed for the dirty dream
Always looking for the prince where the cash is king
On the boulevard, in a big black car
She′s everywhere you are
I smell her sweet perfume making rounds around the room
'Cause she's a downtown girl, a downtown girl (ooh-ooh)
Her lips are red, and those hips are turning heads
′Cause she′s a downtown girl, a downtown girl (ooh-ooh)
A downtown, downtown, girl, girl (ooh-ooh)
A downtown, downtown, girl, girl (ooh-ooh)
Living like a celebrity
All the guys line up and the drinks are free
She knows she's hot, but that′s all she's got
Everybody knows she′s on the move
With her six-inch heels and an attitude
To seal the deal, she shoots to kill
But I'm not going down
I smell her sweet perfume making rounds around the room
′Cause she's a downtown girl, a downtown girl (ooh-ooh)
Her lips are red, and those hips are turning heads
'Cause she′s a downtown girl, a downtown girl (ooh-ooh)
A downtown, downtown, girl, girl (ooh-ooh)
A downtown, downtown, girl, girl (ooh-ooh)
Likes the attention, and gets the attention
Her name is on the bathroom wall
(Her name is on the bathroom wall)
The party′s never over
She's always coming over
Even when the music stops
I smell her sweet perfume making rounds around the room
′Cause she's a downtown girl (yeah, yeah), a downtown girl (ooh-ooh)
Her lips are red (lips are red), and those hips are turning heads
′Cause she's a downtown girl, a downtown girl (ooh-ooh)
And all the boys staring at the girls staring
At the boys staring at the downtown girl, downtown girl
Her lips are red, and those hips are turning heads
′Cause she's a downtown girl, a downtown girl (ooh-ooh)
A downtown, downtown, girl, girl (ooh-ooh)
A downtown, downtown, girl, girl (ooh-ooh)
A downtown, downtown, girl, girl (ooh-ooh)
A downtown, downtown, girl, girl (ooh-ooh)
A downtown, downtown, girl, girl (ooh-ooh)
Ooh-ooh
She's a weekend beauty queen
At the black light clubs wearing out the scene
You know her type, out all night
Starry-eyed for the dirty dream
Always looking for the prince where the cash is king
On the boulevard, in a big black car
She′s everywhere you are
I smell her sweet perfume making rounds around the room
'Cause she's a downtown girl, a downtown girl (ooh-ooh)
Her lips are red, and those hips are turning heads
′Cause she′s a downtown girl, a downtown girl (ooh-ooh)
A downtown, downtown, girl, girl (ooh-ooh)
A downtown, downtown, girl, girl (ooh-ooh)
Living like a celebrity
All the guys line up and the drinks are free
She knows she's hot, but that′s all she's got
Everybody knows she′s on the move
With her six-inch heels and an attitude
To seal the deal, she shoots to kill
But I'm not going down
I smell her sweet perfume making rounds around the room
′Cause she's a downtown girl, a downtown girl (ooh-ooh)
Her lips are red, and those hips are turning heads
'Cause she′s a downtown girl, a downtown girl (ooh-ooh)
A downtown, downtown, girl, girl (ooh-ooh)
A downtown, downtown, girl, girl (ooh-ooh)
Likes the attention, and gets the attention
Her name is on the bathroom wall
(Her name is on the bathroom wall)
The party′s never over
She's always coming over
Even when the music stops
I smell her sweet perfume making rounds around the room
′Cause she's a downtown girl (yeah, yeah), a downtown girl (ooh-ooh)
Her lips are red (lips are red), and those hips are turning heads
′Cause she's a downtown girl, a downtown girl (ooh-ooh)
And all the boys staring at the girls staring
At the boys staring at the downtown girl, downtown girl
Her lips are red, and those hips are turning heads
′Cause she's a downtown girl, a downtown girl (ooh-ooh)
A downtown, downtown, girl, girl (ooh-ooh)
A downtown, downtown, girl, girl (ooh-ooh)
A downtown, downtown, girl, girl (ooh-ooh)
A downtown, downtown, girl, girl (ooh-ooh)
A downtown, downtown, girl, girl (ooh-ooh)
Writer(s): Jamie Moore, Ryan Follese, Alexei Misoul, Andrew Goldstein, Nash Overstreet, Dan Book Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com