Rapture

Hey, come on
Yeah, 1, 2, 3, woo
Come on, ladies, show 'em whatcha got
You know you got it good, yeah
Sing to 'em, girls
It looks good like that
Here we go, here we go, what's up
1, 2, 3, uh...

Toe to toe
Dancing very close
Barely breathing
Almost comatose
(Come on, come on, don't stop)

Wall to wall
People hypnotized
And they're stepping lightly
Hang each night in rapture
(I like that, haha, come on)

Back to back
Sacroiliac
Spineless movements
And a wild attack
(1, 2, 3, hit it!)

Face to face
Sadly solitude
And it's finger popping
Twenty-four hour shopping in rapture
(Yeah, come on, ladies, let's go!)

Fab Five Freddy told me everybody's fly
To all my hot girls and my hot guys
You know I'm fresh, you know I'm good
Keep the latest fashion like we always could
There were four friends, in New York they met
And they always stick together in the City of Sex
Me and my girls gonna catch a cab
Up Fifth Ave. with some shopping bags
Wherever I go, two friends behind me
Three's company but four is a party
Turning heads in a cute little cafe
Girls night, conversation getting nasty
Empire State, Emirate State
Me and my homegirls, 'cause they my soul mates
Grown and sexy while you married with kids
'Cause I'm so Carrie and my man's so Big
Hahaha, you like that? 1, 2, 3, go!

Toe to toe
Dancing very close
Barely breathing
Almost comatose

Wall to wall
People hypnotized
And they're stepping lightly
Hang each night in rapture
(Fab 5, what's good?)

Back to back
Sacroiliac
Spineless movements
And a wild attack

Face to face
Sadly solitude
And it's finger popping
Twenty-four hour shopping in rapture
(Yeah! It's a rapture)