Beyoncé's PoV 15th July 1994
London, UK
"Lemme hear you say "Hey Ms. Carter" "(Hey, Ms. Carter!)"
Say, "Hey, Ms. Carter!" "(Hey, Ms. Carter!)"
"See me up in the club with fifty-eleven girls
Posted in the back, diamond fangs in my grill
Brooklyn brim with my eyes sittin' low
Every boy in here with me got that smoke
And every girl in here got to look me up and down" I sing making the crowd scream "sing for me London!!"
"Circulate the image every time I come around
G's up, tell me how I'm lookin' babe
Boy this all for you, just walk my wayyyy
Just tell me how it's lookin' babe, just tell me how it's lookin' babe
I do this all for you baby just take aiiiim
And tell me how it's lookin babe, and tell me how it's lookin' babe
Lookin' babe
Drop the bass, mane, the bass get lower
Radio say speed it up I just go slower
High like treble, pumping on them mids" I sing then turn my back to the crowd grabbing my booty
"Ya man ain't never seen a booty like this" I giggle then turn to face the crowd again
"And why you think ya keep my name rollin' off the tongue
'Cause when he wanna smash, I'll just write another one" I rub my fingers licking my lips
"I sneezed on the beat and the beat got sicker
Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor
Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor
Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor
Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor
Like, like liquor, like, like, like liquor"
"Sing for me Wembley!!" I order the crowd as I dance for them
"Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor
Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor
Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor
Like, like liquor, like, like, like liquor" the crowd screams back at me
"Driver roll up the partition please
Driver roll up the partition please
I don't need you seeing 'Yonce on her knees
Took forty-five minutes to get all dressed up
We ain't even gonna make it to this club
Now my mascara running, red lipstick smudged
Oh he so horny, yeah he want to fuck
He bucked all my buttons, he ripped my blouse
He Monica Lewinski'd all on my gown
Oh there daddy, daddy didn't bring the towel
Oh baby, baby we slow it down
Took forty-five minutes to get all dressed up
We ain't even gonna make it to this clubbbb" I sing then order my fans to sing the chorus.
"Take all (take all)
Of me (of me)
I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like
The kind of girl you like, girl you like
Take all (take all)
Of me (of me)
I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like
The kinda girl you like is right here with me
Right here with me, right here with me, right here with me, right here with me"
I breathe and make my way to the chair
"Driver roll up the partition fast (partition fast, partition fast)
Driver roll up the partition fast
Over there, I swear I saw them cameras flash
Handprints and footprints on my glass
Handprints and good grips all on my ass
Private show with the music blasting
He like to call me Peaches when we get this nasty
Red wine drip, talk that trash
Chauffeur eavesdropping trying not to craaaash
Oh, there daddy, daddy now you ripped my fur
Oh, baby baby be sweating out my hair
Took 45 minutes to get all dressed up
And we ain't even gonna make it to this clubbbb" I sing getting up from the chair and walk to the end of the catwalk waving at my precious fans
"Take all (take all)
Of me (of me)
I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like
The kind of girl you like, girl you like
Take all
Of me
I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like
The kinda girl you like is right here with me
Right here with me, right here with me, right here with me, right here with me"
"Thank youuu!!!" I thanked my crowd lovingly as they scream for me when I run back stage to change my outfit for the songs with Jay.
Jay meets me on the stairs that leads up into the middle of the stage above the ground so we can enter from mid-air.
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