boys) They're always scratching on their toys (Toys, toys, toys) Let me tell you something about boys About boys, about boys, about boys Yes, you in the front row, Kesha
oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh I'm sipping gossip Holiday Glitz Young Guns and Hollywood It's such a trip Yea you inspire me My curiosity I'm feeling tipsy
My heart goes at the speed of light But the exit signs always on my mind, always in my sight. I can say that I really want to stay, But the devil inside
What in your world brings you to your knees Gets under your skin and soul Inside a place where your eyes can't see But somehow the vision's known Cause
Drop this Drop this Drop drop this this this this Drop this Drop this Drop drop this track He's a stereotype He's got the baseball cap And he's building
Woke up a little late today Looking out the clouds are gray See your picture by my bed Still the one I want instead But I can't find a way to say Come
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh. Oh, ah. [Verse 1] Boy, it's kinda plain to see you gotta crust on me. Hate to be
Oh Baby boy, I'm automatic, Dripping on me body static, Get your cameras Its dramatic Oh you think I'm so dramatic Take my dirty secret, Don't care
Blow my speakers up Blow 'em up Blow my speakers up Blow my speakers up Blow 'em up Blow my speakers up (ohh) Blow my speakers up Blow 'em up Blow
Once upon a time, I met the love of my life And I don't even know The right words to describe Is Romeo Juliet at first sight I was so caught, something
You can go to hell, girl You better watch yourself [x2] Wait up last Friday night The party looked alright Just as I stepped on in I saw you look at
What's a consequence Of over loading On the truth Then everything stops Andhen you get a look Inside of you Manipulations Expectations Learning to forgive
Perhaps you didn't notice me I'm invisible, I can't be seen Maybe I'm just not like everyone I fade a little more each day Nothing to get but less to
Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh Hey, na na There's a ghost under the table Hey, na na I swear I heard him say your name out loud (I swear I heard say your name) Hey
(feat. Detail) Yeah... ha ha Detailll... Ke$ha (Bom Bom Bom Bom Bom Bom...) [Chorus:] I love tha crazy things you do Cause tonight's the night for
Grammy's, Oscars Emmys, Tonie's Pretty perfect plastic phonies Princesses and goofy dresses After party's V.I.P. list! There he is (oh my gosh!) (There
Get My Hands In Your Cacky Pants Techer Techer what cha' gonna do? (Techer what cha' gonna do?) 'Caz i am coming on to you Come and get it (mmmm) (Thanks to Kesha
The hope is fading from my lips When I kiss you with goodbye Now when you let go of our last embrace Please don't look me in the eye Secret's out, that