♡You taste like the fourth of July Malt liquor on your breath, my, my I love you but, I don't know why...♡ You can be the boss, daddy. You can be the boss. Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce I like you a lot, I like you a lot Don't let it stop... You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss. ♡∆♡ He had a cigarette with his number on it He gave it over to me, "Do you want it?" I knew it was wrong but, I palmed it. I saved it, I waited, I called it. The liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips. The liquor on your lips makes you dangerous. I knew it was wrong, I'm beyond it. I tried to be strong but I lost it... You taste like the fourth of July Malt liquor on your breath, my, my... You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce I like you a lot, I like you a lot Don't let it stop...