Semi on the Dancefloor

Ooh, Girl

[Verse 1]
Dance with your back to me, nice and close
I'm like the guest, you're like the host
Oh, no. Wait. This ain't what I asked for
Great, now I got a semi on the dancefloor

No, no! Don't turn around
Now, I'm busy trying to pat this down
Ow, it's worse than it seems
Hrmm, and it kinda hurts in these jeans
What? Oh you want to drink at the bar?
Nah, I don't think that I can limp that far

Tonight, every slick intention I ever meant
Has now been undermined, by this little denim tent
But, she's quite pissed, I think I might just
Have got a way with it, pulling my shirt down like this
Ha, see I'm one of the smart dudes
Incorporate it into my dance moves

[Chorus]
Uh, uh. This ain't what I asked for
Uh oh, I got a semi on the dancefloor
No, no. This ain't what I asked for
Uh oh, I got a semi on the dancefloor

What's happenin' in my pants
Baby let's get this straight
It's kinda like a compliment to you
I can't articulate

I'm, just, hopin' she' ain't worked out
Why am I boppin round like a clown with my shirt down

Well, well. Bide some time
Get horny thoughts outside my mind
Picture my grandma, naked on a shopping spree
Or maybe European economic policy
But that sexy look's not helping
I'm tryna focus on the politics of Belgium
Hm, thinking out loud like it's sensible
She turns round, I'm talking down to my genitals

(Ok, listen up)
And I'm lecturing to them
On the cultural divide with the Flemish and the French
You can see the tension on my face muscles
Telling my erection how much the Dutch hate Brussels
She stares at me and when she speaks the words hurt, man:
"You're a pervert!"
Damn....

[Chorus]
No, no. This ain't what I asked for
Uh oh, I got a semi on the dancefloor
No, no. This ain't what I asked for
Uh oh, I got a semi on the dancefloor

What's happenin' in my pants
Baby let's get this straight
It's kinda like a compliment to you
I can't articulate