Labelle - Turn It Out lyrics

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Labelle - Turn It Out lyrics

Another town, another place A little Maybelline to spread on my face, well This underwear, a jubilaire Make up my eyes and I'll tease out my hair, yeah Shine up my pumps and I'll put on some hose Dress up my clothes, yeah, I'll need two of those, hmm It makes me feel so mighty real Run in my stockings, hey, it ain't no big deal Turn it out, you've to turn it out Turn it out, you've got to work it out Turn it out, you've to turn it out Turn it out, you've got to work it out Dress up my nails and I'll take a detail Put on my lips maybe take out my hips, well I'm looking lovely, baby, catch my affect Give me attention, give me lots of respect, yeah Shine up the runway, while I powder my nose Turn on the spotlight, gonna strike up a pose, well A dramp affair, nor derriere I'll give you attitude and nothing compares Turn it out, you've to turn it out Turn it out, you've got to work it out Turn it out, you've to turn it out Turn it out, you've got to work it out Why don't ya? Why don't ya? (Mama's gonna percolate You've got to move to stimulate, ya) Why don't ya? Yeah Lookin' like a luminary Extra ordinary, sing it Tight'n up the runway while I powder my nose Turn on the spotlight, gonna strike up a pose It makes me feel so mighty real I'll turn you out when I turn on my heel, yeah Turn it out, you've to turn it out Turn it out, you've got to work it out Turn it out, you've to turn it out Turn it out, you've got to work it out Show 'em what you know, baby Do it now, do it hard, do it dirty You've got, you turn it out (We'll give you flatter, baby Without a doubt) Phew, hey (We're gonna show you Just what fashion's about) Hey, why don't you? (Mama's gonna percolate You've got to move to stimulate ya) Yeah, walk, talk, stop, stop, real, real, s** appeal Why don't you? (My girls are gonna educate ya Got to go, so see ya later Lookin' like a luminary Extra-ordinary) Sing it Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, listen up, Poo Poo I'm tellin' you children, I'm looking too fierce My hair's nappy, my gown is drenched, honey My pumps are broken, my lashes are falling off my face My nails are cracking 'cause I was frying some chicken And lost my nails in the chicken pot My mascara is drippin' all down my face I'm tired, honey but let me tell you somethin' Ms. Thang will carry on 'cause I'm a true diva So don't you even go there with me Just stay where you are and turn it out

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