Everybody get up
Everybody get up (hey, hey, hey)
Hey, hey, hey (uh)
Hey, hey, hey (ha-ha) (woo)
Turn me up
If you can't hear what I'm trying to say (hey girl, come here)
If you can't read from the same page (hey)
Maybe I'm going deaf (hey, hey, hey)
Maybe I'm going blind (hey, hey, hey)
Maybe I'm out of my mind, mind (hey, hey, hey) (everybody get up)
Okay, now he was close
Tried to domesticate you
But you're an animal
Baby, it's in your nature (meow)
Just let me liberate you (hey, hey, hey)
You don't need no takers (hey, hey, hey)
That man is not your maker (hey, hey, hey)
And that's why I'm gon' take a good girl (everybody get up)
I know you want it (hey)
I know you want it
I know you want it
You're a good girl (hey, hey)
Can't let it get past me (oh yeah)
You're far from plastic (alright)
Talkin' 'bout getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines
I know you want it (hey)
I know you want it (oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah-yeah)
I know you want it
But you're a good girl (hey)
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty (hey, hey)
Go ahead, get at me (everybody get up) (come on!)
What do they make dreams for
When you got them jeans on? (Why?)
What do we need steam for?
You the hottest bitch in this place
I feel so lucky (hey, hey, hey)
You wanna hug me (hey, hey, hey)
What rhymes with hug me? (Hey, hey, hey)
Hey (everybody get up)
Okay, now he was close
Tried to domesticate you
But you're an animal
Baby, it's in your nature (uh-huh)
Just let me liberate you (hey, hey, hey) (uh-huh)
You don't need no takers (hey, hey, hey) (uh-huh)
That man is not your maker (hey, hey, hey) (uh-huh)
And that's why I'm gon' take a good girl (everybody get up)
I know you want it
I know you want it (hey)
I know you want it
You're a good girl
Can't let it get past me (hey)
You're far from plastic (oh)
Talkin' 'bout getting blasted (everybody get up)
I hate these blurred lines (hate them lines)
I know you want it (I hate them lines)
I know you want it (I hate them lines)
I know you want it
But you're a good girl (good girl)
The way you grab me (Hustle Gang, homie)
Must wanna get nasty (let go) (I say Rob)
Go ahead, get at me (let me holla at 'em real quick)
One thing I ask of you
Let me be the one you back that ass up to (come on!)
Go from Malibu to Paris, boo (yeah)
Had a bitch, but she ain't bad as you (uh-uh, ayy)
So, hit me up when you pass through (oh)
I'll give you something big enough to tear your ass in two
Swag on 'em even when you dress casual
I mean, it's almost unbearable (hey, hey, hey) (everybody get up)
In a hundred years not dare would I
Pull a Pharcyde, let you pass me by
Nothin' like your last guy, he too square for you
He don't smack that ass and pull your hair like that (you like it)
So I'm just watchin' and waitin'
For you to salute the true big pimpin'
Not many women can refuse this pimpin'
I'm a nice guy, but don't get it confused, get pimpin' (everybody get up)
Shake your rump
Get down, get up
Do it like it hurt, like it hurt
What? You don't like work?
Hey (everybody get up)
Baby, can you breathe?
I got this from Jamaica
It always works for me
Dakota to Decatur (uh-huh)
No more pretending (hey, hey, hey) (uh-huh)
'Cause now you're winning (hey, hey, hey) (uh-huh)
Here's our beginning (hey, hey, hey) (uh-huh)
I always wanted
You're a good girl (everybody get up)
I know you want it (hey)
I know you want it
I know you want it
You're a good girl
Can't let it get past me (oh, yeah)
You're far from plastic (alright)
Talkin' 'bout getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines (everybody get up)
I know you want it (hey)
I know you want it (oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah-yeah)
I know you want it
But you're a good girl (hey)
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty (hey, hey)
Go ahead, get at me
Everybody get up
Everybody get up
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
About This Song
"Blurred Lines" is a provocative R&B track that ostensibly celebrates female liberation while simultaneously reinforcing problematic power dynamics around consent and sexual agency. The song's central metaphor of "blurred lines" refers to the ambiguous boundaries between acceptable and unacceptable sexual pursuit, with Thicke positioning himself as someone who can "read" a woman's true desires despite her apparent resistance or commitment to another partner. Lyrically, the track walks a controversial tightrope between empowerment and coercion, suggesting that women who appear unavailable are merely suppressing their "animal" nature and need male intervention to be "liberated." The production, helmed by Pharrell Williams, features a minimalist funk groove with cowbell, handclaps, and a bassline that samples Marvin Gaye's "Got to Give It Up," creating an infectious, retro-soul atmosphere that masks the song's more troubling implications. The juxtaposition between the upbeat, party-ready sound and the predatory undertones in the lyrics created a cultural lightning rod that sparked intense debates about rape culture and consent in popular music. Despite-or perhaps because of-the controversy, the song became a massive commercial success, tapping into both the nostalgic appeal of classic R&B and contemporary anxieties about sexual politics. The track's polarizing reception ultimately revealed deep cultural divisions about masculinity, female agency, and the responsibility of artists to consider the social impact of their messaging.
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