Show Me What You’re Workin’ With Toby Keith

[Verse 1]
Hey, I got a feeling that under that dress
You got the kind of body 'd make the innocent confess
It'd be a crime if I went home tonight without seeing it, aw, seeing it
Come on, pretty mama show me what you're workin' with

[Verse 2]
Well the music is loud and the dance floor is jumpin'
Back it up baby and show me a little somethin', somethin'
We both know that you got it; there 'ain't no use in hidin' it
Come on, pretty mama show me what you're workin' with

[Chorus]
Aw shake it up girl, I'm 'bout to blow a fuse
Break it down and give me somethin' I can use
The way you bump and grind and swivel them hips
Put a little bit of that with a little bit of this

[Post-Chorus]
You're a real fire box honey, just about hot as it gets, aw yeah
So come on, pretty mama show me what you're workin' with, ugh

[Verse 3]
I 'ain't hard up, honey, I've been around
I met some might fine fillies in this one-horse town
But you got me thinkin' I 'ain't seen nothing yet. Aw, nothin' yet
So, come on, pretty mama show me what you're workin' with