Hit It & Quit It

You got those high-heeled shoes, but your legs were born to run
Girl, you look like you might be some kind of fun
You're not flirtatious, you're salacious, and there's nothing about you looks prone
You've got an inch of blouse for every minute you're planning to keep it on

She don't care, she's got no need to feel ashamed
Hell, you'll never even know her name

So you scoop me up and take me home
I give it two or three hours 'til we both end up alone
But in the meantime, unwind, girl, I'm gonna drink you in
And if you play your cards right, I might do it all over again

She don't care, she's got no need to feel ashamed
Hell, you'll never even know her name

She's not sorry she knows what she wants and how to get it
She knows we all call her Hit It & Quit It

Solo

She don't care, she's got no need to feel ashamed
Hell, you'll never even know her name

She's not sorry she knows what she wants and how to get it
She knows we all call her Hit It & Quit It

She's not sorry she knows what she wants and how to get it
She knows we all call her Hit It & Quit It


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