Tijuana Dua Lipa (Ft. Pharrell Williams)

[Verse 1]
You feel like the weekend
And a good time
The sun is almost leaving us
But I don't mind
You got me believing
In things that shine
I never wanted diamonds
Till you caught my eye
Let me look at you

[Pre-Chorus]
I let you dance inside my mind
I would keep it on replay
How we turn the night to day, hey

[Chorus]
You're hotter than Tijuana
And I wanna fuck you just for tonight
You're hotter than Tijuana
And I wanna fuck you just for tonight

[Pharrell: Post-Chorus]
Who's that girl, who's that girl
Who's that girl, who's that girl
Who's that girl, who's that girl
Who's that girl, who's that girl