Hello, hello, baby;
toi called, I can't hear a thing.
I have got no service
in the club, toi see, see
Wha-Wha-What did toi say?
Are toi breaking up on me
Sorry, I cannot hear you,
I'm kinda busy.
K-kinda busy
K-kinda busy
Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kinda busy.
Just a second,
it's my favori song they're gonna play
And I cannot text toi with
a drink in my hand, eh
toi shoulda made some plans with me,
toi knew that I was free.
And now toi won't stop calling me;
I'm kinda busy.
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna think anymore!
I left my hand and my cœur, coeur on the dance floor.
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna talk anymore!
I left my hand and my cœur, coeur on the dance floor.
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
I'm busy!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Can call all toi want,
but there's no one home,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
Out in the club,
and I'm sippin' that bub,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
Call when toi want,
but there's no one home,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
Out in the club,
and I'm sippin' that bub,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
Beyoncé:
Boy, the way toi blowin' up my phone
won't make me leave no faster.
Put my manteau on faster,
leave my girls no faster.
I shoulda left my phone at home,
'cause this is a disaster!
Callin' like a collector -
sorry, I cannot answer!
Not that I don't like you,
I'm just at a party.
And I am sick and tired
of my phone r-ringing.
Beyoncé:
Sometimes I feel like
I live in Grand Central Station.
Tonight I'm not takin' no calls,
'cause I'll be dancin'.
'Cause I'll be dancin'
'Cause I'll be dancin'
Tonight I'm not takin' no calls, 'cause I'll be dancin'!
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna think anymore!
I left my hand and my cœur, coeur on the dance floor.
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna talk anymore!
I left my hand and my cœur, coeur on the dance floor.
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna think anymore!
I left my hand and my cœur, coeur on the dance floor.
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna talk anymore!
I left my hand and my cœur, coeur on the dance floor.
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
I'm busy!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Can call all toi want,
but there's no one home,
you're not gonna reach my telephone!
'Cause I'm out in the club,
and I'm sippin' that bub,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
Call when toi want,
but there's no one home,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
'Cause I'm out in the club,
and I'm sippin' that bub,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
My telephone!
My my my telephone!
'Cause I'm out in the club,
and I'm sippin' that bub,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
My telephone!
M-m-my telephone!
'Cause I'm out in the club,
and I'm sippin' that bub,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
par JAD aka Joris Dekker
toi called, I can't hear a thing.
I have got no service
in the club, toi see, see
Wha-Wha-What did toi say?
Are toi breaking up on me
Sorry, I cannot hear you,
I'm kinda busy.
K-kinda busy
K-kinda busy
Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kinda busy.
Just a second,
it's my favori song they're gonna play
And I cannot text toi with
a drink in my hand, eh
toi shoulda made some plans with me,
toi knew that I was free.
And now toi won't stop calling me;
I'm kinda busy.
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna think anymore!
I left my hand and my cœur, coeur on the dance floor.
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna talk anymore!
I left my hand and my cœur, coeur on the dance floor.
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
I'm busy!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Can call all toi want,
but there's no one home,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
Out in the club,
and I'm sippin' that bub,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
Call when toi want,
but there's no one home,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
Out in the club,
and I'm sippin' that bub,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
Beyoncé:
Boy, the way toi blowin' up my phone
won't make me leave no faster.
Put my manteau on faster,
leave my girls no faster.
I shoulda left my phone at home,
'cause this is a disaster!
Callin' like a collector -
sorry, I cannot answer!
Not that I don't like you,
I'm just at a party.
And I am sick and tired
of my phone r-ringing.
Beyoncé:
Sometimes I feel like
I live in Grand Central Station.
Tonight I'm not takin' no calls,
'cause I'll be dancin'.
'Cause I'll be dancin'
'Cause I'll be dancin'
Tonight I'm not takin' no calls, 'cause I'll be dancin'!
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna think anymore!
I left my hand and my cœur, coeur on the dance floor.
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna talk anymore!
I left my hand and my cœur, coeur on the dance floor.
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna think anymore!
I left my hand and my cœur, coeur on the dance floor.
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna talk anymore!
I left my hand and my cœur, coeur on the dance floor.
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
I'm busy!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Can call all toi want,
but there's no one home,
you're not gonna reach my telephone!
'Cause I'm out in the club,
and I'm sippin' that bub,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
Call when toi want,
but there's no one home,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
'Cause I'm out in the club,
and I'm sippin' that bub,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
My telephone!
My my my telephone!
'Cause I'm out in the club,
and I'm sippin' that bub,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
My telephone!
M-m-my telephone!
'Cause I'm out in the club,
and I'm sippin' that bub,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
par JAD aka Joris Dekker