More songs by The Pussycat Dolls
Description
Producer: Mike Sabath
Vocal Producer: Andrew Bolooki
Vocal Producer: Suzy Shinn
Vocal Producer: Florrie Arnold
Mixer: Tony Maserati
Mastering Engineer: Chris Gehringer
Artist Manager: Dan Kruchkow
Artist Manager: Charlie Adelman
Artist Manager: Jenny Kaufman
Artist Manager: Gaby Fainsilber
Artist Manager: Jake Hurst
A And R Manager: Kaitlin Gladd
Artist Manager: Dani Chavez
A And R Manager: Nicolas Bral
Composer, Lyricist: Mike Sabath
Composer, Lyricist: Caroline Ailin
Composer, Lyricist: Sarah “Solly” Solovay
Composer, Lyricist: Nicole Scherzinger
Lyrics and translation
Original
Don't bring your boyfriend to the club. Dolls.
PCD, baby. We're back.
Yes, sir, your baby's in the corner. You ain't doin' it for her.
She's bummin' but she ain't depressed. Yes, sir, I get it 'cause I've been her.
Her body's petulant, got feelings that she can't express.
No, it ain't your fault, so don't be jealous. You ain't what she wants, wants, wants, wants, wants.
Don't bring your boyfriend to the club.
-You know what she wants. -Give the girl her girls.
Give the girl the floor. Give the girl a club song, what she's dying for.
Give the girl some room to put on a show.
Give the girl a club song and look at her go, go, go, go, go, go, go.
And look at her go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go. That's right, the other side of midnight.
The music fitting skin tight. She moves like someone you don't know.
That's her, her truest colors showing. Clock strikes six in the morning.
The rhythm is the antidote.
No, it ain't your fault, so don't be jealous.
You ain't what she wants, wants, wants, wants, wants. Don't bring your boyfriend to the club.
-Give her what she wants. -Give the girl her girls.
Give the girl the floor. Give the girl a club song, what she's dying for.
Give the girl some room to put on a show.
Give the girl a club song, and look at her go, go, go, go, go, go, go.
And look at her go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, -go. PCD, baby. -Yeah, ladies.
-Forever. -Let's go.
We're back.
Dolls.
-Dolls. -Forever.
English translation
Don't bring your boyfriend to the club. Dolls.
PCD, baby. We're back.
Yes, sir, your baby's in the corner. You ain't doin' it for her.
She's bummin' but she ain't depressed. Yes, sir, I get it 'cause I've been her.
Her body's petulant, got feelings that she can't express.
No, it ain't your fault, so don't be jealous. You ain't what she wants, wants, wants, wants, wants.
Don't bring your boyfriend to the club.
-You know what she wants. -Give the girl her girls.
Give the girl the floor. Give the girl a club song, what she's dying for.
Give the girl some room to put on a show.
Give the girl a club song and look at her go, go, go, go, go, go, go.
And look at her go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go. That's right, the other side of midnight.
The music fitting skin tight. She moves like someone you don't know.
That's her, her truest colors showing. Clock strikes six in the morning.
The rhythm is the antidote.
No, it ain't your fault, so don't be jealous.
You ain't what she wants, wants, wants, wants, wants. Don't bring your boyfriend to the club.
-Give her what she wants. -Give the girl her girls.
Give the girl the floor. Give the girl a club song, what she's dying for.
Give the girl some room to put on a show.
Give the girl a club song, and look at her go, go, go, go, go, go, go.
And look at her go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, -go. PCD, baby. -Yeah, ladies.
-Forever. -Let's go.
We're back.
Dolls.
-Dolls. -Forever.