"Oil fever" in the lyrics of Zhang Guorong

A light shirt

Be willing to be formal first

Pick up and comb

For you to see

I don't know what to look like

Standard fat

Fat girl, fat boy

Whatever you say

I'll follow you

Ah

Go to the street at night

Let's have a conversation

Fat girl, fat boy

The trend of the times

It's my turn

Ah

Create your own dance

Break through the old dance routine

I have to. I'm going to jump

I will

In short, I can play

Because I'm free

Raw shrimp

Creating dances and having ghosts

Go out in the morning and return in the evening

Lower everything

Go out in the morning and return in the evening

Warm money to make

Jump if you want

Call me fat boy

(no problem)

Fat girl, fat boy

Batch by batch

Ah

Create your own dance

It fascinates me more

Serious

Create your own dance

It fascinates me more

It's really good to see

Create your own dance

It fascinates me more

There's no way

Create your own dance

It fascinates me even more