TEXAS HOLD 'EM
 作词 : Beyoncé/Elizabeth Lowell Boland/Megan Bülow/Brian Bates/Nate Ferraro/Raphael Saadiq
 作曲 : Beyoncé/Elizabeth Lowell Boland/Megan Bülow/Brian Bates/Nate Ferraro/Raphael Saadiq
This ain't Texas (Oh)
Ain't no hold 'em (Hey)
So lay your cards down, down, down, down
So park your Lexus (Ooh)
And throw your keys up (Hey)
Stick around, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round (Stick around)
And I'll be damned if I can't slow-dance with you
Come pour some sugar on me, honey too
It's a real-life boogie and a real-life hoedown
Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now, woo, ha

There's a tornado (There's a tornado)
In my city (In my city)
Hit the basement (Hit the basement)
That shit ain't pretty (Shit ain't pretty)
Rugged whiskey (Rugged whiskey)
'Cause we survivin' ('Cause we survivin')
Puffin' red-cup kisses, sweet redemption, passin' time, yeah

Ooh, one step to the right
We headed to the dive bar we always thought was nice
Ooh, run me to the left
Then spin me in the middle, boy, I can't read your mind

This ain't Texas (Oh)
Ain't no hold 'em (Hey)
So lay your cards down, down, down, down
So park your Lexus (Ooh)
And throw your keys up (Hey)
Stick around,' round, 'round, 'round, 'round (Stick around)
And I'll be damned if I can't slow-dance with you
Come pour some sugar on me, honey too
It's a real-life boogie and a real-life hoedown
Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now, woo

And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you
Come pour some liquor on me, honey too
It's a real-life boogie and a real-life hoedown
Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now, woo
(Woo-hoo)
(Woo-hoo)
(Woo-hoo)

There's a heatwave (There's a heatwave)
Comin' at us (Comin' at us)
Too hot to think straight (Too hot to think straight)
Too cold to panic (Cold to panic)
All of the problems
Just feel dramatic (Just feel dramatic)
And now we're runnin' to the first bar that we find, yeah

Ooh, one step to the right
We headed to the dive bar we always thought was nice
Ooh, you run to the left
Just work me in the middle, boy, I can't read your mind

This ain't Texas (Oh)
Ain't no hold 'em (Hey)
So lay your cards down, down, down, down (Oh)
So park your Lexus (Hey)
And throw your keys up (Hey)
Stick around,' round, 'round, 'round, 'round (Stick around)
And I'll be damned if I can't slow-dance with you
Come pour some sugar on me, honey too
It's a real-life boogie and a real-life hoedown
Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now, woo

And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you
Come pour some liquor on me, honey too
It's a real-life boogie and a real-life hoedown
Don't be a—, come take it to the floor now, ooh

Take it to the floor now, ooh
Oops, spurs, boots
To the floor now, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Shoot
Come take it to the floor now, ooh
And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you
Baby, pour that sugar and liquor on me too
Spurs, spurs, boots
Photogenic, photogenic, shoot