Текст песни
Don’t wanna work. Just wanna twerk.
My boss don’t even guess
What I’m thinking ’bout my ass.
Steps are light, hips are moving,
Papers fly, I keep grooving.
Break time, hit the groove, no regrets,
HR watching, but they breaking a sweat.
Clock is ticking, desk is shaking,
rhythm flows, no mistaking.
Neon flickers, beats collide,
I’m the fire they can’t hide.
You wanna work!
Making moves kissing boobs while they just lurk.
Cause every time when I’m at work I just twerk.
Work, work, work, work!
Do you wanna work? No, I fuckin' wanna twerk (let;s go).
Working-twerking, working-twerking, working-twerking! Huuuuh!
Working-twerking, working-twerking, working-twerking! Huuuuh!
Working-twerking, working-twerking, working-twerking! Huuuuh!
Working-twerking, working-twerking, working-twerking! Huuuuh!
Work (huh), work, work (huh) (ticking)
Work, work (huh),
Work, work (huh).
Work (huh), work, work (huh) (ticking)
Work, work (huh),
Work, work (huh).
Working-twerking, working-twerking, working-twerking! Huuuuh!
Working-twerking, working-twerking, working-twerking! Huuuuh!
Working-twerking, working-twerking, working-twerking! Huuuuh!
Working-twerking, working-twerking, working-twerking! Huuuuh!
