paroles de chanson Namaste - Bobby Bones & The Raging Idiots

Seven thirty in the morning,
In the suit that I was born in.
Girl, why you laughin' at me?
Come on baby where my kakis?
I'm runnin' late, need to beat it like Jackson.
But you're kind of a distraction.
Cause I can't stop watchin' ya,
Showin' me your servasa now.
Like the best lookin' bad influence I ever saw,
Probably oughta hit the road but
Na-maste!
Ain't no way I'm bout to leave you in a pretzel on the floor like that,
You look a little lonely on that mat.
I should be saying goodbye, I might lose my job, but
Na-maste!
Come on baby, let me jump in on those stretches your doin', I'll be your student.
Don't know nothing 'bout yoga at all,
Probably oughta hit the road but
Na-maste, Namaste, Namaste.
Girl I'm tryna be responsible, but you're makin' it impossible.
In the spandex pants lookin' all, flexin' bowl in your downward dog. Hoo!
Namaste!
Ain't no way, I'm 'bout to leave you in a pretzel on the floor like that,
You look a little lonely on that mat,
I should be saying goodbye, I might lose my job, but
Na-maste
Come on baby let me jump in on those stretches you doin', I'll be your student.
Don't know nothing 'bout yoga at all,
Probably oughta hit the road, but
Na-maste, Namaste,
Probably oughta hit the road, but
Na-maste, Namaste, Namaste.
You're the best lookin' bad influence I ever saw,
Ain't got a clue what this means, but
Na-maste
Ain't no way, I'm 'bout to leave in a pretzel on the floor like that,
You look a little lonely on that mat.
I should be saying goodbye, I might lose my job, but
Na-maste
Come on baby let me jump in on those stretches you doin', I'll be your student.
Don't know nothing 'bout yoga at all,
Probably oughta hit the road but
Na-maste, Namaste,
Probably oughta hit the road but
Na-maste, Namaste,
Probably oughta hit the road but
Na-maste.