(Yeah!)

Ariba let me tell you 'bout my little Latin lover
I gotta crazy kind of style going underneath the covers
Drinking a whole lot of warm coca cola
Way out west in South Dakota
You're gonna thank your lucky stars tonight
Justine alright, Justine alright
Justine baby get it c'mon little honey alright

Never been fixed since I got broken
Down In New Jersey talking about hoboing
Picking up quarters in a subway talking
Said she's so fine hell you know I'm not joking
Baby you gonna thank your lucky, lucky stars tonight
Justine alright, Justine alright
Justine baby get it c'mon honey, honey alright

She got a strawberry lip
She's the apple of my eye
Gonna hold her in my pocket and you know I ain't lying
Never ever gonna let her go
Justine you my baby and I'm gonna tell you something
Said you gonna drive me wild with your kissing and your 
loving
Make me getting dizzy make me cold sweat
Make me lose control and make my pants all wet
You gonna thank your lucky stars tonight
Justine alright, Justine alright
Justine baby get it c'mon get it get it oh
Justine alright, Justine alright
Justine baby get it c'mon little honey alright
That's right
I said I'm talking about my baby
Justine