Miss Jones
Big mouth, talkin sass
Shinin with her big brass
Haters, they can kiss her ass
Before the door hit's it
Drop the mic, don't care
Bring the fire everywhere
Tell her no, don't you dare
The girl is gonna get it
Get it, get it, yeah, alright
Swingin skirt, feet jumpin
Man, that woman sure is somethin
Gets your blood pumpin
Damn, the girl can sing
One hundred nights and days
The Queen and Kings play
Tearin up every stage a hurricane on legs
Look out, look out, yeah, alright
Miss Jones, Miss Jones
Ain't no one above ya, Miss Jones
Miss Jones, Miss Jones
Oh how I love ya, Miss Jones
Genuine, real deal
Girl has always kept it real
Don't ya know she's still here?
Can't ya hear her sing?
Heavens yes, Hell no
This ain't Mama's last show
Teachin angels, don't you know
To get up off their things
Get up, get up, yeah, alright
Miss Jones, Miss Jones
Ain't no one above ya, Miss Jones
Miss Jones, Miss Jones
Oh how I love ya, Miss Jones
M-IS-S J-O-N-E-S, yeah m-IS-S J-O-N-E-S, yes
M-IS-S J-O-N-E-S, yeah yeah yeah
M-IS-S J-O-N-E-S, yes
Miss Jones, Miss Jones
Ain't no one above ya, Miss Jones
Miss Jones, Miss Jones
Oh how I love ya, Miss Jones
Miss Jones, Miss Jones
Ain't no one above ya, Miss Jones
Miss Jones, Miss Jones
Oh how I love ya, Miss Jones