Text: Murs. Melrose.

[performed by Murs & Terrace Martin]

I'm at Lala's eatin' on a chicken salad
Looking all the pretty girls walk by
First I say then they say hi
Then I get their numbers cause I'm also fly
Do or die? Die or do
Wassup little mama, can I nickname you BuBu?
Let's post in the... sipping on some...
Banging that lu merse, put your friends in the back
And let's take a ride down Melrose Boulevard
Where the cars' go boom and the whose say hmmm
You're cool, you're cool, you're cool, you're cool, you're cool, you're cool, you're cool, you're cool
We're on Melrose, we're on Melrose,
Take a ride down Melrose Boulevard
Take a ride down Melrose Boulevard
We're on Melrose, we're on Melrose
Take a ride down Melrose Boulevard
Take a ride down Melrose Boulevard
We're on Melrose, I'm the Melrose man
I wanna give you my...
We're on Melrose

Yo Terrace, she only spoke a bit of English
She was Persian over... and I couldn't distinguish
Smoking on a cigarette new port between her lips
She had hips like a mannequin, I need to take a trip
Put the tip of my tongue to the center of your soul
Let your lip for my mouth and swallow it whole
I got a Melrose fetish, a slut I'm so pathetic
All this unprotected sex, I won't live to regret it
On Melrose, we're on Melrose
Take a ride down Melrose Boulevard
Take a ride down Melrose Boulevard
We're on Melrose, we're on Melrose
Take a ride down Melrose Boulevard
Take a ride down Melrose Boulevard

You got your hair all done and your make up for match
You got them apple bottom jeans picking right from the back
I could see your panties girls, you got them from the gap
I wanna get you home so I could see all your tats
She's got roses and crosses, them tribal with meanie
Thank God for the artist I like what I'm seeing
Agreement, let's go now, your lipstick is so wow
Your shoes match with your thong it's Melrose, it's your song.