TEXAS HOLD EM by Beyonce Zumba TML Crew Reysan Mendoza

This ain't Texas, ain't no holdin', so lay your cards down, down, down, down. So park your Lexus and throw your keys up, stick around, round, round, round, round. And I'll be damned if I can't slow dance with you. Come pour some sugar on me, honey, too. It's a real-life boogie and a real-life hoedown. Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now. There's a tornado in my city, in the basement. That ---- ain't pretty, rugged whiskey. We're surviving on red-cup kisses, sweet redemption, passing time, yeah. Ooh, one step to the right, we headed to the dive bar we always thought was nice. Ooh, run me to the left, then spin me in the middle, boy, I can't read your mind. This ain't Texas, ain't no holdin', so lay your cards down, down, down, down. So park your Lexus and throw your keys up, stick around, round, round, round, round. And I'll be damned if I can't slow dance with you. Come pour some sugar on me, honey, too. It's a real-life boogie and a real-life hoedown. Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now. And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you. Come pour some liquor on me, honey, too. It's a real-life boogie and a real-life hoedown. Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now. There's a heat wave coming at us. Too hot to think straight. Too cold to panic. All of the problems just feel dramatic. Now we're running to the first bar that we find, yeah. Ooh, one step to the right. We headed to the dive bar we always thought was nice. Ooh, you run to the left. Just with me in the middle, boy, I can't read your mind. This ain't Texas, ain't no holdin', so lay your cards down, down, down, down. Stick around, round, round, round, round. And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you. Come pour some sugar on me, honey, too. It's a real-life boogie and a real-life hoedown. Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now. And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you. Come pour some liquor on me, honey, too. It's a real-life boogie and a real-life hoedown. Don't be a... Come take it to the floor now, ooh. Take it to the floor now, ooh. Oops, spurs, boots. To the floor now, ooh. Tap, back, pulse, shot. Come take it to the floor now, ooh. And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you. Baby, pour that sugar and liquor on me, too. Oops, spurs, boots.