Booty Call - Robbie Williams

I like your style, I like your hair, I like your humour too

I like you here but you were there, send me your digits through

You’re like a ray of sunshine on an otherwise boring night

Send me your address over, I’ll Uber myself a ride

Oh, do they call it a booty call?

'Cause I’ve never been hip, chic or down with the kids

And oh, what are they being politically correct for?

Let’s call it a booty call, baby, if that’s what it is

I like your eyes, the way they smile, you’ve got that special brew

I been online all of the night trying to get a message to you

'Cause you’re like a ray of sunshine on an otherwise lonely night

I’ll send a carriage over, it sounds like a good compromise

Do they still call it a booty call?

'Cause I’ve never been hip, chic or down with the kids

Oh, let’s take a break from this Punch and Judy talk

And call it a booty call, baby, 'cause that’s what it is

B-double O-T-Y, why?

'Cause I love it

B-double-O-T-Y 'cause I can

B-double-O-T-Y, you above it

B-double-O-T, why can’t you think like a man?

Do they still call it a booty call?

'Cause I’ve never been hip, chic or down with the kids

Oh, let’s take a break from this Punch and Judy talk

And call it a booty call, baby, 'cause that’s what it is

That’s what it is

That’s what it is