(feat. Jay-Z) 

[Intro: Justin Timberlake] 
I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit, tie 
I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit 
Can I show you a few things? 
A few things, a few things, little baby, cause 
I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit 
I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit 
Let me show you a few things 
Let me show you a few things 

[Timbaland] 
You ready, JT? 

[Verse 1: Justin Timberlake] 
I can’t wait til I get you on the floor, good-looking 
Going out so hot, just like an oven 
And I’ll burn myself but just had to touch it 
It’s so fly and it’s all mine 
Hey baby, we don’t mind all the watching 
Cause if they study close, real close they might learn something 
She ain’t nothing but a little doozy when she does it 
She’s so fly, tonight 

[Hook: Justin Timberlake] 
And as long as I’ve got my suit and tie 
I’ma leave it off on the floor tonight 
And you got fixed up to the 9's
let me show you a few thangs 
All dressed up in black and white 
And you’re dressed in that dress I like 
Love is swinging in the air tonight 
Let me show you a few things, show you a few things 
Let me show you a few things, 
show you a few things about love 
now that were in the swing of love 
Let me show you a few things, show you a few things 
About love 

[Verse 2: Justin Timberlake] 
Stop, let me get a good look at it 
So thick now I know why they call it a fatty 
Shit so sick gotta hit and picked up a habit 
That’s all right, cause you’re all mine 
Go on and show ‘em who you call daddy 
I guess they’re just mad cause girl, they wish they had it 
My killer, my filler, yeah you’re a classic 
You’re all mine, tonight. 

[Hook] 

[Justin Timberlake] 
Get out ya seat Hov 

[Verse 3: Jay-Z] 
All black at the white shows 
White shoes at the black shows 
Green card for the Cuban links 
Ya’ll sit back and enjoy the light show 
nothing exceeds like excess
style got from having the best of the best 
is this what it all about? 
I met the rest, .. the rant 
Disturbing the guests 
Years of distress, tears on the dress 
Try to hide her face with some makeup sex, ugh 
This is truffle season, time for tuxedos for no reason 
All saints for my angel, Alexander Wang too 
Ass-tight denim and some Dunks 
I’ll show you how to do this young 
No papers, catch vapors 
Get high out Vegas 
Who says these devils ain’t looking for trouble 
You just got good genes so a nigga tryna cuff you 
Tell your mother that I love her cause I love you 
Tell your father we go farther as a couple 
Didn’t lose a daughter, got a son 
I’ll show you how to do this, hun! 

[Hook]

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Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger nowOur song on the radio but it don't sound the sameWhen our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me downCause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name
It all just sounds like oooooh…Mmm, too young, too dumb to realizeThat I should have bought you flowersAnd held your handShould have gave you all my hoursWhen I had the chanceTake you to every partyCause all you wanted to do was danceNow my baby's dancingBut she's dancing with another man
My pride, my ego, my needs, and my selfish waysCaused a good strong woman like you to walk out my lifeNow I never, never get to clean up the mess I made, ohh…And it haunts me every time I close my eyes
It all just sounds like oooooh…Mmm, too young, too dumb to realizeThat I should have bought you flowers
And held your handShould have gave you all my hoursWhen I had the chanceTake you to every partyCause all you wanted to do was danceNow my baby's dancingBut she's dancing with another man
Although it hurtsI'll be the first to say that I was wrongOh, I know I'm probably much too lateTo try and apologize for my mistakesBut I just want you to know
I hope he buys you flowersI hope he holds your handGive you all his hoursWhen he has the chanceTake you to every partyCause I remember how much you loved to danceDo all the things I should have doneWhen I was your manDo all the things I should have doneWhen I was your man

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Right from the startYou were a thiefYou stole my heartAnd I your willing victimI let you see the parts of meThat weren't all that prettyAnd with every touch you fixed them
Now you've been talking in your sleep oh ohThings you never say to me oh ohTell me that you've had enoughOf our love, our love
(Chorus)Just give me a reasonJust a little bit's enoughJust a second we're not broken just bentAnd we can learn to love again
It's in the starsIt's been written in the scars on our heartsThat we're not broken just bentAnd we can learn to love again
I'm sorry I don't understandWhere all of this is coming fromI thought that we were fine(Oh we had everything)Your head is running wild againMy dear we still have everythin'And it's all in your mind(Yeah but this is happenin')
You've been havin' real bad dreams oh ohYou used to lie so close to me oh ohThere's nothing more than empty sheetsBetween our love, our loveOh our love, our love
(Chorus)Just give me a reasonJust a little bit's enough
Just a second we're not broken just bentAnd we can learn to love again
I never stoppedYou're still written in the scars on my heartYou're not broken just bentAnd we can learn to love again
Oh tear ducts and rustI'll fix it for usWe're collecting dustBut our love's enough
You're holding it inYou're pouring a drinkNo nothing is as bad as it seemsWe'll come clean
(Chorus)Just give me a reasonJust a little bit's enoughJust a second we're not broken just bentAnd we can learn to love again
It's in the starsIt's been written in the scars on our heartsThat we're not broken just bentAnd we can learn to love again
Just give me a reasonJust a little bit's enoughJust a second we're not broken just bentAnd we can learn to love again
It's in the starsIt's been written in the scars on our heartsThat we're not broken just bentAnd we can learn to love againOh we can learn to love againOh we can learn to love again oh ohThat we're not broken just bentAnd we can learn to love again

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I’m waking up to ash and dustI wipe my brow and sweat my rustI’m breathing in the chemicalsI’m breaking in and shaping upThen checking out on the prison busThis is it, the apocalypseWhoaI’m waking upI feel it in my bonesEnough to make my system blowWelcome to the new ageTo the new ageWelcome to the new ageTo the new ageWhoa, oh Whoa i'm,Radioactive,RadioactiveWhoa, oh Whoa i'm,Radioactive,RadioactiveI raise my flag and don my clothesIt’s a revolution, I supposeWe’re painted red to fit right inWhoaI’m breaking in and shaping upThen checking out on the prison busThis is it, the apocalypseWhoa
I’m waking upI feel it in my bonesEnough to make my system blowWelcome to the new ageTo the new ageWelcome to the new ageTo the new ageWhoa oh, Whoa i'm,RadioactiveRadioactiveWhoa oh, whoa i'mRadioactiveRadioactiveAll systems goThe sun hasn’t diedDeep in my bonesStraight from insideI’m waking upI feel it in my bonesEnough to make my system blowWelcome to the new ageTo the new ageWelcome to the new ageTo the new ageRadioactive,RadioactiveWhoa oh, Whoa i'mRadioactive,Radioactive,

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[Pitbull]
Went from Mr. 305 to Mr. Worldwide, all around the world
Now we’re International, So international, international, So international
You can’t catch me, boy
I’m overseas and with about a hundred G’s for sure
Don’t test me boy, (Don’t test me boy)
Cause I rap with the best for sure,
305 till the death of me
Cremate my body and let the ocean have what’s left of me
But for now, forget about that,
Blow the whistle
Baby you’re the referee

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You put it down like New York City
I never sleep, wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy, hotter than Miami
I feel the heat!
Ohh, Miss International love
Ohh, Miss International love

[Pitbull]
I don’t play football but I’ve touched down everywhere
Everywhere? Everywhere!
I don’t play baseball but I’ve hit a home run everywhere, everywhere
I’ve been to countries and cities I can’t pronounce
And the places on the globe I ain’t know existed
In Romania she pulled me to the side and told me `Pit, you can have me and my sister.`
In Lebanon, yeah the women are bomb
And in Greece you’ve guessed it the women are sweet
Been all around the world but I ain’t gon’ lie there’s nothing like Miami’s heat

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You put it down like New York City
I never sleep, wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy, hotter than Miami
I feel the heat!
Ohh, Miss International love
Ohh, Miss International love

[Pitbull]
Down in D.R. they’re looking for visas,
I ain’t talking credit cards if you know what I mean!
En Cuba, la cosa esta dura!
But the woman get down, if you know what I mean!
In Colombia the women got everything on but they’re some of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen
In Brazil they’re freaky with big old booties and their thongs, blue yellow and green!
In L.A. tengo la Mexicana, en New York tengo la boricua
Besito para todas las mujeres en Venezuela, muah!
Y en Miami tengo a cualquiera!

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You put it down like New York City
I never sleep, wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy, hotter than Miami
I feel the heat!
Ohh, Miss International love
Ohh, Miss International love

[Chris Brown]
There’s not a place that your love don’t affect me baby
So don’t ever change
I cross the globe when I’m with you baby
Heeey
Woah-oh

[Bridge: Pitbull]
Chris Brown
This for the women worldwide
That’s right

[Chorus x2: Chris Brown]
You put it down like New York City
I never sleep, wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy, hotter than Miami
I feel the heat!
Ohh, Miss International love
Ohh, Miss International love

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