Love Dealer

[Intro: Justin Timberlake] Let's go Baby I gotta have some more (Turn the track up) What's it gonna take to get a score (Turn the beat up, yeah) Got me like a fiend bangin' on your door (I think I want some of that) Why don't you meet me on the floor? And then? [Verse 1: Esmee Denters] Step into my office would you like to try a sample A taste of my stuff I've got a million different flavors All the boys say they can't get enough, Once I'm under your skin, you're begging me for more You'll get addicted to this, but baby you've been warned Don't let these innocent eyes fool you when I'm on the floor The floor, the floor [Hook: Esmee Denters] Cause I could be your dealer I can be your only friend when you need her I'll keep you comin' back again You can call me anytime I can make you feel fine Look into my bag of tricks if you need a fix Then I'm your dealer, hey Love love dealer, hey [Verse 2: Esmee Denters] All those other pushers they say they got that good stuff But you already know That they can't do what I do - oh no I'll take you places you never thought you'd go I can get you so high with the things I do You get a rush in your veins when we start to move Don't let these innocent eyes fool you when I'm on the floor The floor, the floor, [Hook: Esmee Denters] [Verse 3: Justin Timberlake & Esmee Denters] Baby I gotta have some more Eyes roll back and you feel dizzy What's it gonna take to get a score Now you got me in your system Got me like a fiend bangin' on your door So now you know what you've been missin' Why don't you meet me on the floor? And then, break [Break: Esmee Denters] You ain't gotta say that you like it I can tell by the look in your eyes Won't you give it a try You'll be mine [Hook]