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Вершы: Kesha. Blah Blah Blah.

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Comin out your mouth with your blah blah blah
Zip your lips like a padlock
And meet me in the back with a jack and the jukebox
Don't really care where you live at
Just turn around boy, let me hit that
Don't be a little bitch with your chit chat
Just show me where your dick's at

Music stop
Listen hot stuff
I'm in love
With this song
So just hush
Baby shut up
Heard enough
Stop stop stop talkin that

Blah blah blah
Think you'll be gettin this
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Car car car
If you keep talkin that
Blah blah blah blah blah

Boy, wanna be a rockstar
Come put a little love in my glovebox
Wanna dance with no pants on (holla)
Meet me in the back with a jack and the jukebox
Just cut to the chase kid
Cause I know you don't care what my middle name is
I wanna be naked and you're wasted

Music stop
Listen hot stuff
I'm in love
With this song
So just hush
Baby shut up
Heard enough
Stop stop stop talkin that

Blah blah blah
Think you'll be gettin this
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Car car car
If you keep talkin that
Blah blah blah blah blah

(3OH!3):
You be delayin you always sayin some shit
You say I'm playin I'm never layin the dick
Sayin blah blah blah, cause I don't care who you are
In this bar it only matters who I issss
Stop stop stop talkin that

Blah blah blah
Think you'll be gettin this
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Car car car
If you keep talkin that
Blah blah blah blah blah



(Thanks to missprisszee for correcting these lyrics)