Microphone Kesha

[Verse 1]
At the spring water on the west end
Sippin' on somethin' and I saw you strummin'
Through the lust and the lovers, we locked eyes
Up on stage you're so fun
Was it the way you were lookin' at me?
Or the scar on your pretty face?
Maybe your tight black jeans, boy, I want a taste
Boy, I want a taste, oh

[Pre-Chorus]
If you really wanna know what got me hot
What's said, let's go, I don't wanna stop
It was your (Microphone)
Let me put it into words what got me off
Made me into a freak, what I really want
It was your (Microphone)

[Chorus]
Microphone, boy
It was your microphone (Microphone)
Microphone, boy
It was your microphone (Microphone)

[Verse 2]
You're in the back of your Gibson, all pretty and grey
Put those fingers on me, I want it all the way
You sing about lovers you've had before
Tonight I'll be the one you'll be singing for
I'm really tickled tonight, I like the way that I'm seein' you
Yeah, you're in my bed
I wanna see you naked, oh