Songtext von Tipsy On The Dance Floor

Friends and family, come here and have a drink Margaritas at my place, who cares what your husband thinks? Let's go to the club, I really want to tango Strawberry martinis, apple and mango Leave the kids at home, and wear something spunky We're dancing with our cocktails, the music's pretty funky And if the babysitter calls, who cares? She's a slut I'm cute, petite, and wealthy, and I'm here to shake my butt I'm tipsy on the dance floor (Don't tell my husband, don't tell my husband) (Don't tell my husband) Because I'm tipsy on the dance floor (Don't tell my husband, don't tell my husband) (Don't tell my husband) Because I'm tipsy on the dance floor (Don't tell my husband, don't tell my husband) (Don't tell my husband) Because I'm tipsy on the dance floor (Don't tell my husband, don't tell my husband) (Don't tell my husband) You're fucking ugly