Leslie Hall
Blame the Booty (Titus Jones remix)
Call, me
Now, call me later, tell me if I really care
If you think that you know me then prove it
If you were tote bag filled with beach toys
I would take you to the mall and try to (Lose it)
Hop on my moped, we can go thirty miles per hour
After that hour
Give me roses, candy, chips and flowers
I know you've got a crush but what can I do
I prefer a little loving with my marinated tofu

On my giant trampoline I go:
"Bounce bounce"
You fall in love with every ounce, ounce
On my giant trampoline I go:
"Bounce bounce"
You fall in love with every ounce, ounce
Holler if you hear me, (Holla) (Holla)
Holler if you fear me, (Holla) (Holla)

Don't, yeah, don't blame me, yeah
Blame my booty, yeah, 'cause it's such a cutie
Don't, yeah, don't blame me, yeah
Blame my booty, yeah, 'cause it's such a cutie

A case of corn-fed, un-wed, drop dead girl
Just bootylicious booty breaking your heart