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Automatic lyrics
Songwriters: Shoenfeld, Adam; Troy, Cowboy; Shoenfield, Adam; Rich, John D; Coleman, Troy;

She s sittin at the bar, sippin on a beverage
Try to use your platinum card to get leverage
It don t matter, she s got her own
She s got diamonds for buttons on her cellular phone
She s a cutie with a booty, a hottie with a body
Get her on the dance floor, gonna get naughty
Don t mean no harm, just a little fun
Til it s time for breakfast and you see the sun

Can t find the key to the door where her heart is
Can t find no magic word to say, all the things, I want to say
There s no equation for that rose, she only knows when she
Goes

She s automatic, she s automatic
She turns on when she wants to
Don t give her no static, she s automatic
She turns on when she wants to
Automatic

The beat gets fast and you re cravin more
Suddenly you make you way to the floor
It s a hick-hop beat boy your body is pumped
All the fine ladies just shakin their butts
Step up to one then you ask her to dance
It appears to you she s in a trance
Take your time son play your position
Cause that s the primary mission

Can t find the key to the door where her heart is
Can t find no magic word to say all the things, I want to say
There s no equation for that rose, she only knows when she
Goes

She s automatic, she s automatic
She turns on when she wants to
Don t give her no static, she s automatic
She turns on when she wants to
Automatic

She s automatic, she s automatic
She turns on when she wants to
Don t give her no static, she s automatic
She turns on when she wants to

She s automatic, she s automatic
She turns on when she wants to
Don t give her no static, she s automatic
She turns on when she wants to
Automatic, automatic, automatic
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