Club Song

Don't bring your boyfriend to the club
Dolls
PCD, baby
We're back

Yes, sir, your baby's in the corner
You ain't doing it for her
She's bummin' but she ain't depressed
Yes, sir, I get it 'cause I've been her
Her body's built to shimmer
Got feelings that she can't express

No, it ain't your fault, so don't be jealous
You ain't what she wants (wants, wants, wants, wants, wants)
Don't bring your boyfriend to the club
(You know what she wants) yeah

Give the girl her girls (girls), give the girl the floor (floor)
Give the girl a club song, what she's dying for (oh-oh)
Give the girl some room (room) to put on a show (show)
Give the girl a club song

And look at her go (go, go, go, go, go, go)
Look at her go (go, go, go, go, go)
Go, go, go

That's right, the other side of midnight
The music fitting skintight
She moves like someone you don't know
That's her, her truest color showing
Go 'til six in the morning
The rhythm is the antidote

No, it ain't your fault, so don't be jealous
You ain't what she wants (wants, wants, wants, wants, wants)
Don't bring your boyfriend to the club
(Give her what she wants) yeah

Give the girl her girls (girls), give the girl the floor (floor)
Give the girl a club song, what she's dying for (oh-oh)
Give the girl some room (room) to put on a show (show)
Give the girl a club song

And look at her go (go, go, go, go, go, go)
Look at her go (go, go, go, go, go)
Go, go, go

PCD, baby (yeah, ladies), forever (let's go)
We're back (yeah)
Dolls, dolls
Forever (yeah)