Hopped of the plane at Dubai air with my jeans and my Arab men
Welcome to the land of oil, excess, am I gonna fit in?
Go through customs, here I am for the first time
Look to my right, they make me stand in another line
This is all so crazy, hookah makes the air so hazy
My tummy's turning from the airplane cuisine
Too much Presser and I'm jetlagged
That's when the taxi man turned on the radio and it was the afternoon prayers.
So I put my hands up they're playing my song
The butterflies fly away
Nodding my head like yeah, moving my hips like yeah.
So I put my hands up they're playing my song
I know I'm gonna be o-ki
Yeah-a-ah-a-a-a-ah, it's a party in the UAE.
