Downtown Girl

Hot Chelle Rae · Whatever [2011]

'Sup girl?

Oohooh



She's a weekend beauty queen

At the black light clubs wearing out the scene

You know her type

Out all night



Starry eyed for the dirty dream

Always looking for a prince where the cash is king

On the boulevard

In a big black car

She's everywhere you are



I smell her sweet, perfume

Making rounds around the room

Cause she's a downtown girl

A downtown girl

Her lips, are red

And those hips are turning heads

Cause she's a downtown girl

A downtown girl



A downtown downtown girl girl

A downtown downtown girl girl



Living like a celebrity

All the guys line up and the drinks are free

She knows she's hot

But that's all she's got



Everybody knows she's on the move

With her six inch heels and an attitude

To seal the deal

She shoots to kill

But I'm not going down



I smell her sweet, perfume

Making rounds around the room

Cause she's a downtown girl

A downtown girl

Her lips, are red

And those hips are turning heads

Cause she's a downtown girl

A downtown girl



A downtown downtown girl girl

A downtown downtown girl girl



Likes the attention, gets the attention,

Her name is on the bathroom wall (name is on the bathroom wall)

The party's never over

She's always coming over

Even when the music stops



I smell her sweet, perfume

Making rounds around the room

Cause she's a downtown girl

A downtown girl

Her lips, are red

And those hips are turning heads

Cause she's a downtown girl

A downtown girl



And all the boys staring at the girls

Staring at the boys

Staring at the downtown girl downtown girl



Her lips, are red

And those hips are turning heads

Cause she's a downtown girl

A downtown girl



A downtown downtown girl girl

A downtown downtown girl girl

A downtown downtown girl girl

A downtown downtown girl girl

A downtown downtown girl girl

A downtown downtown girl girl

Oohooh