People

She's just a sweet little thing
She's born and raised on daddy's plantation
Her gentle roar can't ignore
The dangers of her black occupation
She's such a crime, she's such a crime
She only signs on the dotted line
Just cause she thinks it's illegal
Oh, you've got a cat, got a dog, got a dad
But you don't know your people
You know exactly how to turn it up, turn it up
And watch me lose control
And you can't shake her, turn it up, turn it up
And watch me lose control
And nothing's what it seems, nothing's what it seems
Place your bets on who gets the rest
Of your new varsity preacher
Oh, she gets around, gets around
And she down to be the beauty school teacher
And they will feed your own mind
Yes, they'll feed your mind
Oh, it's always started when she turns it up, turns it up
And watch her lose, lose
No, you just can't shake her, shake her, turn it up, turn it up
And watch her lose control
And nothing's what it seems, nothing's what it seems
Porcelain dreams, porcelain dreams