That's Alright - SiR

She a good girl, I’m a rude boy, but we attract

She got that act right

I attack that if she throw it back

We be slow dancing to Uncle Luke

I let her move how she wanna move

I never really talk too much

She don’t really want too

I know she’s down to ride

She knows in her I can fight

That ain’t really how she maneuver

We prefer hearts to desire

And I say the same thing about her panties (uh)

All her little friends can’t stand me

Cause they know

I would trade her love for a Grammy

But, she wanna, I wanna

And that’s alright, that’s alright, that’s alright, that’s alright

That’s alright

And, she wanna, I wanna

And that’s alright, that’s alright, that’s alright, that’s alright

That’s alright

I’m a fool for her when she do for me that I am

I got the walk right but I talk like I’m a man

Now, my family trying to find out where I spend all my time now

I don’t never tell them shit anytime she let me hit

I tell her that she’s the best

She can’t have all

I never give up no rest

She make me feel like she need me

We prefer hearts at the door

And I say the same thing about her panties (uh)

All her little friends can’t stand me

Cause they know

I would trade her love for a Grammy

But, she wanna, I wanna

And that’s alright, that’s alright, that’s alright, that’s alright

That’s alright

And, she wanna, I wanna

And that’s alright, that’s alright, that’s alright, that’s alright

That’s alright