Rock Boy

Britney Spears · Other Songs - Britney Spears

Get up, get up, get up

Get up, get up, get up

Get up, get up, get up

Get up, get up, get up



Paparazzi flashing

You jump on the stage

Sitting in the crowd and

I'm watching (I'm watching) baby

Keepers in the back

You're under attack

They're screaming your name

But I don't give a damn

Cause I like it (I like it) I like it (I like it)



Turn the spotlight up

Move a little, shred your guitar

You're my dirty rock boy

Turn the mic way up

Sweat a little, ownin' the crowd

You're my dirty rock boy



(Get up, get up, get up)

Are you ready to roll, my rock boy?

(Get up, get up, get up)

Are you ready to roll, my rock boy?

(Get up, get up, get up)

Are you ready to roll, my rock boy?

(Get up, get up, get up)

Are you ready to roll, my rock boy?



Finishing your encore

I'm sipping champagne

Rock star, rock star

You make me so hot

Body burning up a fever

Don't make me wait

Meet me in your dressing room

I want it (I want it) I want it (I want it)



Turn the spotlight up

Move a little, shred your guitar

You're my dirty rock boy

Turn the mic way up

Sweat a little, ownin' the crowd

You're my dirty rock boy



(Get up, get up, get up)

Are you ready to roll, my rock boy?

(Get up, get up, get up)

Are you ready to roll, my rock boy?

(Get up, get up, get up)

Are you ready to roll, my rock boy?

(Get up, get up, get up)

Are you ready to roll, my rock boy?



Second that I saw you

I could feel an attraction

Play me like a guitar and get into action

Second that I saw you

I could feel an attraction

Play me like a guitar and swing, swing, swing, swing



Turn the spotlight up

Move a little, shred your guitar

You're my dirty rock boy

Turn the mic way up

Sweat a little, ownin' the crowd

You're my dirty rock boy



(Get up, get up, get up)

Are you ready to roll, my rock boy?

(Get up, get up, get up)

Are you ready to roll, my rock boy?

(Get up, get up, get up)

Are you ready to roll, my rock boy?

(Get up, get up, get up)

Are you ready to roll, my rock boy?