Dj`s Girl Lyrics

Dj`s Girl lyrics

Bouncer: All right everybody, I need one line, one line

         I need eight dollars and a picture ID or else you're not getting in



Girl:    Excuse me excuse me, let me through please

         I'm with the DJ'

         I'm with the DJ, ok?



Bouncer: Heh, sure you know the DJ, sure you do

         Everybodys on the guest list



Girl:    Excuse me

         Excuse me (excuse me, excuse me excuse me)

         Excuse me excuse me Mr. Bouncer



My babys spinnin, it's a packed dance floor

My heart is pumpin cryin out for more

The beat is heavy, any boy could be mine

So move on over, I'm the DJ's girl



Girl:    Excuse me, let me through please



Bouncer: Eight bucks honey!



Girl:    What? Eight dollars? No way.

         I'm on the guest list

         I'm with the DJ?

         Look, I dont have time to stand out here and talk about your

         little problems

         Like, why do you think I have these records?

         Do you think I dress like this for fun?

         Excuse me, like were you not listening to me, or what?

         This is way out of hand, like I'm so sure

         What do you mean? Check the guest list again, Mr.  Bouncer-head

         muscle-man

         I'm with the DJ



Bouncer: No, I dont think so baby -- I'm the man

         You're not getting in



Girl:    Hey stupid steroid-face!

         Eight dollars? I'm not gonna pay your dumb little cover charge

         I'm with the DJ

         I'm with the DJ

         I'm with the DJ, ok?



My babys spinnin, it's a packed dance floor

My heart is pumpin cryin out for more

The beat is heavy, any boy could be mine

So come on over, I'm the DJ's girl

Oo-oo-oo, I'm the DJ's girl

Oo-oo-oo, I'm the DJ's girl



Bouncer: All right everybody, one solid line

         I need eight dollars and a picture ID or else you're not getting in



Girl:    Excuse me

         excuse me Mr. Bouncer



Bouncer: Heh, why dont you go home you little groupie

         you're wastin my time



Girl:    Excuse me

         excuse me Mr. Bouncer



Bouncer: I need eight bucks and a picture ID



Girl:    Look, if you value your stupid little job

         You better get outta my way

         Cuz I'm with the DJ

         what?

         Oh my God, I'm so sure

         Like in a million years

         You are so dead

         Like, why do you think I have these records?

         Do you think I dress like this for fun?

         Excuse me, like were you not listening to me, or what?

         This is way out of hand, like I'm so sure

         What do you mean? Check the guest list again, Mr. Bouncer-head

             muscle-man

         I'm with the DJ

         I'm with the DJ, ok?



My babys spinnin, it's a packed dance floor

My heart is pumpin cryin out for more

The beat is heavy, any boy could be mine

So come on over, I'm the DJ's girl



My babys spinnin, it's a packed dance floor

My heart is pumpin cryin out for more

The beat is heavy, any boy could be mine

So move on over I'm the DJ's girl



So move on over, I'm the DJ's girl



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