3/4 Shimmy
Album: Back Roads and Driveways
By: Crys Matthews
By: Crys Matthews
Duration
3:08
Genres
Description
If the title doesn't say it, the chorus will.
Lyrics
V1. It don't matter much what I'm used to baby. What you got will probably make me go crazy. It don't matter much 'bout the jive she talked. We both know you can walk that walk. It don't matter much for me to tell you I'm sprung. There's just something hypnotic about the way you play with your tongue. And honey, it don't matter much for me to come when you call 'cause baby your 3/4 shimmy could make a grown man crawl. Ch. I love to see your hips swing high and your eyes rock low 'cause when you do that right I can't say no. I love the way you dance for me and that little face you make 'cause baby if hips don't lie you must be a saint. V2. It don't matter much 'bout the clothes you wear. It could be jeans or sweats -- I don't even care. It don't matter much when you get uptight just as long as when you do you let me work it all night. It don't matter much when you say 'baby, don't stop.' You know me, I'm trying to make that bed rock. And sugar it don't matter much for me to beg and plead 'cause baby your 3/4 shimmy could make a blind man see. Ch. I love to see your hips swing high and your eyes rock low 'cause when you do that right I can't say no. I love the way you dance for me and that little face you make 'cause baby if hips don't lie you must be a saint. V3. It don't matter much to cross that state line. I would've crossed nine more if it would've made you mine. It don't matter much when folks check you out. You say, 'baby I'm yours' with a little smile 'cross your mouth. It don't matter much when people say we moved too fast. I'm not your first, but I wanna be your last. And baby it don't matter much for me to come home every night 'cause your 3/4 shimmy's gonna keep me right by your side. Ch. I love to see your hips swing high and your eyes rock low 'cause when you do that right I can't say no. I love the way you dance for me and that little face you make 'cause baby if hips don't lie you must be a saint.