Another town   Another place   A little Maybeline   To spread on my face, well      This underwear   A jubinaire   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, hmmm      It makes me feel   So mighty real   Run in my stockings   Hey, it ain't no big deal      (Chorus)   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 derrier   I'll give you attitude   And nothing compares      (Chorus)      Why don't ya   Why don't ya   (Mama's gonna perculate)   (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      (Chorus)   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)   Whew   Hey   (We're gonna show you)   (Just what fashions about)   Hey!   Why don't you?   (Mama's gonna perculate)   (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      Spoken:   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 mascera 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!