Ayesha Erotica Hold Me Like A Microphone
[Intro]
Hold me like a microphone
[Verse 1]
Hold me like a microphone
Turn me on and off and make me say "It's magic"
Yes, it's magic to me
Hold me like an air guitar
Run your fingers up my neck and play
It's magic, yeah, it's magic to me
Hold me like the keyboard notes
You've been practicing for days
In hope that someday you'll be on your way
[Chorus]
I always see you in the front rows
Your eyes as wide as the television screens
Telling the stories of my oh so instant fame
And maybe you'll be on the guestlist
And I can meet you after the show
In the parking lot next to the Super Eight Motel
[Verse 2]
Hold me like a microphone
Twist and turn any way you want
It's magic, yeah, it's magic to me
Hold me like a tambourine
Shake, shake, shake so everyone can see
That you're the only one for me
Hold me like a crash cymbal
Pound me 'til you're out of breath
And now it's over, time for someone new
[Bridge]
I hope, I hope, I hope I'm turning you on
I hope, I hope, I hope you're singing along
I wish, I wish, I wish that I could just stop
But this is what it takes to string you along
[Chorus]
I always see you in the front rows
Your eyes as wide as the television screens
Telling the stories of my oh so instant fame
And maybe you'll be on the guestlist
And I can meet you after the show
In the parking lot next to the Super Eight Motel
[Outro]
Hold me like a microphone
