Another town, another place
A little Maybelline to spread on my face, well
This underwear, a jubilaire
Make up my eyes and I`ll tease out my hair, yeah

Shine up my pumps and I`ll put on some hose
Dress up my clothes, yeah, I`ll need two of those, hmm
It makes me feel so mighty real
Run in my stockings, hey, it ain`t no big deal

Turn it out, you`ve to turn it out
Turn it out, you`ve got to work it out
Turn it out, you`ve to turn it out
Turn it out, you`ve got to work it out

Dress up my nails and I`ll take a detail
Put on my lips maybe take out my hips, well
I`m looking lovely, baby, catch my affect
Give me attention, give me lots of respect, yeah

Shine up the runway, while I powder my nose
Turn on the spotlight, gonna strike up a pose, well
A dramp affair, nor derriere
I`ll give you attitude and nothing compares

Turn it out, you`ve to turn it out
Turn it out, you`ve got to work it out
Turn it out, you`ve to turn it out
Turn it out, you`ve got to work it out

Why don`t ya? Why don`t ya?
(Mama`s gonna percolate
You`ve got to move to stimulate, ya)
Why don`t ya? Yeah
Lookin` like a luminary
Extra ordinary, sing it

Tight`n up the runway while I powder my nose
Turn on the spotlight, gonna strike up a pose
It makes me feel so mighty real
I`ll turn you out when I turn on my heel, yeah


Turn it out, you`ve to turn it out
Turn it out, you`ve got to work it out
Turn it out, you`ve to turn it out
Turn it out, you`ve got to work it out

Show `em what you know, baby
Do it now, do it hard, do it dirty
You`ve got, you turn it out
(We`ll give you flatter, baby
Without a doubt)

Phew, hey
(We`re gonna show you
Just what fashion`s about)
Hey, why don`t you?
(Mama`s gonna percolate
You`ve got to move to stimulate ya)

Yeah, walk, talk, stop, stop, real, real, sex appeal
Why don`t you?
(My girls are gonna educate ya
Got to go, so see ya later
Lookin` like a luminary
Extra-ordinary)
Sing it

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, listen up, Poo Poo
I`m tellin` you children, I`m looking too fierce
My hair`s nappy, my gown is drenched, honey
My pumps are broken, my lashes are falling off my face
My nails are cracking `cause I was frying some chicken
And lost my nails in the chicken pot

My mascara is drippin` all down my face
I`m tired, honey but let me tell you somethin`
Ms. Thang will carry on `cause I`m a true diva
So don`t you even go there with me
Just stay where you are and turn it out