MIRALA (part. Ovy On The Drums)

Look at her, how she looks
Look at her, how she moves
Look at her, how she shines
It drives me crazy, but turn off the lights

Look at her real close, flirty, how that girl shows off
That girl seduces me easily, look at her dance
On the floor, she's something else, it's something sensational
Everyone's staring, wondering who’s gonna take her home

And I'm rolling, while they’re waiting in line
And I'm cruising down the highway like Floyd
In the Ferrari, with the dog in the back
She’s my Carolina and I’m her Herrera
And she saw me, and she went wild
Thought I’d kiss her on the lips
With pleasure
You can’t imagine the things I’d give you, in the poses I’d show you, babe

Look at her, how she looks
Look at her, how she moves
Look at her, how she shines
It drives me crazy, but turn off the lights

Look at her real close, flirty, how that girl shows off
That girl seduces me easily, look at her dance
On the floor, she's something else, it's something sensational
Everyone's staring, wondering who’s gonna take her home

Don’t compare her, face like a McLaren
Blonde hair like my chains (chains)
For her, I’d cross seven seas
Oh, until death do us part
Well, of course
You’re that bad girl, I’m that bad gangsta, bad, bad, bad (bad, bad)
She gets all pretty for me, she’s ready
To be picked up in the Camaro

Ovy, Ovy, Ovy is On The Drums
Jere Klein
Singing for you, my queen
You already know, that’s the law
Mua
O-O-Ovy On The Drums
Singing for you, my queen
You know, that’s the law