You walk in with a crooked smile,
Yeah, your hair's a little outta style,
But ooh, you got that thang.

You're in and out of relationships,
Your nail polish is always chipped,
Ooh, you got that thang.

The way you drink, the way you trip,
The way you bite your bottom lip, oh baby
The way you slip, the way you slide,
The way you walk, the way you drive me crazy.

You're twirlin' 'round in your thrift-store dress
You go to church but you don't confess
Ooh, you got that thang.

You're in my head like an 80's song
And I just can't help but sing along.

The way you tell me that I ain't your type,
And then you text me around midnight,
Ooh, you got that thang.

The way you drink, the way you trip,
The way you bite your bottom lip, oh baby
The way you slip, the way you slide,
The way you walk, the way you drive me crazy.

Like a flower landin' on a bee,
One day you're gonna fall for me,
Ooh, you got that thang.

You're in my head like an 80's song
And I just can't help but sing along.

You walk in with a crooked smile,
Yeah, your hair's a little outta style,
But ooh, you got that thang.
Ooh... you got that thang.