Wind It Up

This is the key that makes us wind up
When the beat comes on,
the girls all line up
And the boys all look,
but no, they can't touch

But the girls want to know why boys like us so much

They like the way we dance,
They like the way we work
They like that way that L.A.M.B. is going across my shirt
They like the way my pants, it compliments my shape (She's crazy, right?)
They like the way we react, everytime we hear the...

Everytime the bass bang,
realize he calls your name
Let the beat wind you up,
and don't stop till your time is up
Get in line now

You've got to let the beat get under your skin
You've got to open up, and let it all in
But see, once it gets in,
the poppin' begins
Then you'll find out why all the boys stare

See
They're trying to bite our style
Trying to study our approach
They like the way we do it, so original
I guess that they are slow,
so they should leave the room
This beat is for the clubs, and cars that go

Uh huh, it's your moment
Uh huh, come on girl, you know you own it
Uh huh, you know your key is still tick-tockin'
Hell yeah, and you know they're watchin'

Get it girl, get it, get it girl
Get it girl, get it, get it girl
To the front, to the side,
To the back, but don't let him ride

Keep goin' girl,
it's your night
Don't let him steal your light
I know he thinks you're fine and stuff
But does he know how to wind you up?

(Wind it up) Yodellay, yodallay, yodallay, hey!