I've been the girl with her skirt pulled high Been the outcast never running with mascara eyes Now I see the world as a candy store With a cigarette smile
Why do you feel so good? How you make me feel like this I think I'm hypnotized It started with a kiss We shouldn't do this We both know it's wrong We
I don't wanna be the girl who laughs the loudest Or the girl who never wants to be alone I don't wanna be that call at four o'clock in the mornin' 'Cause
Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands? Close your eyes and trust it, just trust it Have you ever thrown a fist full of glitter in the air? Have
Alright sir, sure, I'll have another one, it's early Three olives, shake it up, I like it dirty Tequila for my friend, it makes her flirty Trust me,
Am I sweating Or are these tears on my face? Should I be hungry? I can't remember the last time that I ate Call someone, I need a friend to talk me down
Drinking wine and thinking bliss is on the other side of this I just need a compass and a willing accomplice All my doubts that fill my head are skidding
I don't mind it, I don't mind at all It's like you're the swing set, and I'm the kid that falls It's like the way we fight, the times I've cried We come
I dance around this empty house Tear us down, throw you out Screaming down the halls Spinning all around and now we fall Pictures framing up the past
Na-na-na-na, na-na, na Na-na-na-na na-na Na-na-na-na, na-na, na Na-na-na-na na-na I guess I just lost my husband I don't know where he went So I'm gonna
I conjure up the thought of being gone But I'd probably even do that wrong I try to think about which way Would I be able to? And would I be afraid? '
You used to hold the door for me Now you can't wait to leave You used to send me flowers If you fucked up in my dreams I used to make you laugh With
Motorcycle's in the parking lot Revving their engines and it just won't stop Matches the noise screaming in my head Houston, I think we got a problem
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I'm comin' up so you better get this party started I'm comin' up so you better get this party started Get this party started on a saturday night Everybody
Instrumental (except for Incoherent Babbling and occasional Screaming)
Doo, doo, doo We go where we like, we got over time We get paid to rattle our chains We go in the back, paint our money black Spend it on the enemy
No attorneys, to plead my case No opiates, to send me into outer space And my fingers are bejeweled With diamonds and gold but that ain't Gonna help me