Eurolaul 2007:
Soul Militia - "My Place"

My Place

Oh, oh, oh
Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
Oh, oh, oh
Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me

I see you every Friday night
In the club when you wind and grind
With sweat dripping off your behind
Like you're doing it for me

I've been checking you out
And I know what you're thinking about
When you're looking at me like this
Girl, you're making me horny

You've got that spark in your eye
I'mma slide my hand up your thigh
And it seems to me you don't mind
I know you like it

I can feel my desire grow
Just one dance, then we go
Why don't you give me some more

Before we got to my place
Why don't you give me a taste?
Slide your ass down that pole
Girl, I'm about to explode

I don't wanna sound like a perv
Never mind me, I'm a bit disturbed
It's been a while, and my mind is blurred
Can you help me?

I know you can, so why waste time?
The ladies' room will do just fine
Show me yours, and I'll show you mine
Let's get filthy

If the club is getting too hot
I can take you back to my spot
I'mma show you just what I've got
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon

You're such a bad girl
Let's get a cab, girl
Don't make me mad, girl
One thing I need to know

Before we got to my place
Why don't you give me a taste?
Slide your ass down that pole
Girl, I'm about to explode

Shake the bottle, pop the cork
Shake the bottle, pop the cork
Shake the bottle, pop the cork
Shake the bottle, pop the cork

Before we got to my place
Why don't you give me a taste?
Slide your ass down that pole
Girl, I'm about to explode

Before we got to my place
Why don't you give me a taste?
Slide your asѕ down that pole
Girl, I'm аbout to explode