Yeah, Derulo I didn't know what I was looking for till you slid in You got them fellas lining up, I bet you're used to this, oh yeah I can't imagine a girl like you is sleeping alone, oh no babe, uh yeah You're too damn sexy for me to be your only fan, girl who am I to judge? I don't really care about your body count 'Cause I just want to make that body count Two, three, four, five We got one night To make, to make To make that body count (oh) To make that body count (oh) If you kiss my friend I kiss yours Make you feel better, even up the score Like Michael Jackson said before Let me beat it, beat it, beat it till I can't no more (till I can't no more) We could call it love, sex is a hell of a drug Girl who am I to judge? (Judge) I don't really care about your body count 'Cause I just want to make that body count Two, three, four, five We got one night To make, to make To make that body count (oh) (oh yeah) To make that body count (oh) To make that body count Alright, we gon' do some throwback shit Ay check this out Ay ay ay Ay ladies (yeah?) Do you pay your own bills? (Yeah) Do you look fine? (Hell yeah) Well you 'bout to get lucky tonight Ay fellas (yeah?) Is you getting paid? (Yeah) Do you look fly? (Hell yeah) Well you 'bout to get lucky tonight Well you 'bout to get lucky tonight Well you 'bout to get lucky tonight All that ass must be good at math Watch me, watch me make that body count I don't really care about your body count 'Cause I just want to make that body count Two, three, four, five We got one night To make, to make To make that body count (oh) To make that body count (oh) baby To make that body count (oh) (Two, three, four, five, we got one) I only need one night to make To make that body count