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Express Lane Lyrics - Mr. Houston - Marques Houston

[Verse 1:] 

Looking at me, looking at you 

If I can talk dirty, then you can talk too 

Body look good, with a natural high 

I'm missing on my love with them thighs in the sky 

I know you got a man, I know you got a choice 

Even though you got champagne on your voice 

A little X-rated how you moving in the crowd 

Drink up the Patron, go and walk it on out 

 

[Hook:] 

You said the reason why you get dressed up and you look so cute when you come to the club 

It's cause you worked all week and you didn't make enough 

So the ballers gotta show you some love 

Cause you got a 9 to 5 and your son getting older 

And it seem like you're pushing to the curve 

Baby daddy ain't there, baby daddy never care 

And it's really starting to work your nerve 

 

[Chorus:] 

You're in the express lane, talk to me 

With beautiful, comfortable express seats 

Call her at a bar, gotta get her num, go out 

You're in the express lane 

It's where you gonna be sipping on Goose 

Looking at me, running your mouth 

Expressive, the pain girl 

You're in the express lane 

 

[Verse 2:] 

And immediately throw the card up 

I'm a hit the bar, you gone charge it on up 

Go on get a glass, fill it on up 

Keep the bar open like I'm looking for love 

I ain't trying to trick, no I ain't no shrink 

Sitting here, like to swallow Martini, like to drink 

A plus it's your thing, baby do it well 

Another sip of tonic ought to put you in a spell 

 

[Hook:] 

Said the reason why you get dressed up and you look so cute when you come to the club 

It's cause you worked all week and you didn't make enough 

So the ballers gotta show you some love 

Cause you got a 9 to 5 and your son getting older 

And it seem like you're pushing to the curve 

Baby daddy ain't there, baby daddy never care 

And it's really starting to work your nerve 

 

[Chorus:] 

You're in the express lane, talk to me 

With beautiful, comfortable express seats 

Call her at a bar, gotta get her num, go out 

You're in the express lane 

It's where you gonna be sipping on Goose 

Looking at me, running your mouth 

Expressive, the pain girl 

You're in the express lane 

 

[Verse 3:] 

Keep talking and you look so cute 

Keep talking to me, I'm listening to you 

Girl I know you can feel it in the air 

I'm hearing what you saying, even though I don't care 

 

[Chorus: x2] 

You're in the express lane, talk to me 

With beautiful, comfortable express seats 

Call her at a bar, gotta get her num, go out 

You're in the express lane 

It's where you gonna be sipping on Goose 

Looking at me, running your mouth 

Expressive, the pain girl 

Your in the express lane 

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