Lyrics: Tiziana Mara Niederberger
Music: Tiziana Mara Niederberger
Excuse me, sir, you're in my seat
Might wanna move, might wanna leave
Excuse me, sir, you're on my table
Wanna scoot or come back later?
Excuse me, sir, think that's my body
Can you zip it? Please stop noddin'
Excuse me, sir, don't play that game
Don't want your cash, won't take your name
Excuse me, excuse me
Excuse me, sir
There's one thing you can do, let's go
Dance for me, amuse me
Please me, sit right underneath me
Dance for me, amuse me
Please me, don't make me repeat it
And I go like, "Wow, he can really move"
I thought all he could do is look super cute
I bring the bread, he makes the bed
Ironed my mini skirt just like I said
Excuse me, excuse me
Excuse me, sir
There's one thing you can do, let's go
Dance for me, amuse me
Please me, sit right underneath me
Dance for me, amuse me
Please me, don't make me repeat it
Dance for me, move your hips like that
Move slow, make me wanna clap like that
Dance for me, move your hips like that
Move slow, make me wanna clap like that
Excuse me, excuse me, sir
That's my mic
I don't believe in men with microphones
But I might believe in men that dance for me
And amuse me and please me
And sit right underneath me
Dance for me, amuse me
Please me, don't make me repeat it
Excuse me, sir