CHORUS:
I know that you can feel it,
You know I wanna sex you up girl,
So act like you believe it,
You know I wanna dress you up girl, Oh!
Give in to me,
Give me all you've got baby,
I know you wanna love me,
So act like you believe it baby.

VERSE 1:
Now girl I hear you're giving it all of the flash talk,
But I could definitely see you on the catwalk,
Sliding along with your sexy strut,
And your sleek and stylish £100 haircut, but,
Looks aren't enough, you've got to have the threads if you wanna be hot stuff,
You may look pretty but you don't know a thing,
Let me take you under my wing.

We'll get you dressed looking up to the minute,
Your credit card's not gunna know what's hit it,
No high street - going all designer,
Prada, Versace, Dolce & Gabbana, D'ya wanna...
Have the right dress and shoes,
Stick with me kid, you know you can't lose,
Trinny and Susannah ain't nothing on me,
I'm like Gok Wan, Gok two, Gok three.

Verse 2:
Hey girl I wanna dress you up,
Got your attention got you listening,
My style's wild and my bling bling is glistening,
Looking at me like I'm a fashion guru,
Well I am so get ready for lesson 2.

I wanna see those legs in a pair of tight jeans,
Ass so tight you make a boy scream,
I'll teach you all of my tips and tricks,
To accentuate all of your best bits, quick fix,
Coz fashion is my drug,
I know we shouldn't do it but it really feels good,
Follow me down to all the stores,
Style is a battle and I'm waging war,

Take it to the top, take you to a shop,
Never gunna stop, never stop, don't stop till you drop,
Rockin the block in a sleek sheik frock,
Up to the top in your best knee high socks, hot fox!
Rock a little crop top, capture the eyes of the guys in the drop tops,
By Jove guys I think she's got it,
Now you've got the look girl get out there and rock it.


ENDING:
Yeah I may be a mister but that doesn't mean I'm not a fashionista