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All rise,i rest my case
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Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Mum-mum-mum-mum-mah!
GaGa-oo-la-la!
Want your bad romance |
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Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Mum-mum-mum-mum-mah!
GaGa-oo-la-la!
Want your bad romance |
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I want your ugly
I want your disease
I want your everything
As long as it’s free
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love |
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I want your drummer
The touch of your healing
I want you leather dirty kiss in the scene
And I want your love
You know that I want you
Love-love-love
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love |
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You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want it bad
Bad and bad |
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I want your loving
And I want your revenge
You and me put on a bad romance
I want your loving
All your love is revenge
You and me put on a bad romance |
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I want your horror
I want your design
‘Cause you’re a criminal
As long as your mine
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love |
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I want your psycho
You’re burning this stick
Want you in my room
When your baby is sick
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want it bad
Bad and bad |
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Song Title: Tik Tok (Tick Tock)
Artist: Kesha feat P. Diddy
Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy (Hey, what up girl?)
Grab my glasses, Im out the door, Im gonna hit this city (Lets go)
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
Cause when I leave for the night, I aint coming back
Im talkin’ bout, pedicures on our toes, toes
Trying on all our clothes, clothes
Boys blowing up our phones, phones
Drop-toping, playing our favorite cds
Pulling up to the parties
Trying to get a little bit tipsy |
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Don’t stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Ima fight
Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the clock
But the party dont stop no
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh
Dont stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I’m a fight
Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the clock
But the party dont stop no
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh |
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Aint got a care in world, but got plenty of beer
Aint got no money in my pocket, but I’m already here
Now, the dudes are lining up cause they hear we got swagger
But we kick em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger
Im talkin’ bout everybody getting crunk, crunk
Boys tryna touch my junk, junk
Gonna smack him if he getting too drunk, drunk
Now, now we goin til they kick us out, out
Or the police shut us down, down
Police shut us down, down
Po-po shut us — |
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Dont stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Ima fight
Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the clock
But the party dont stop no
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh
Dont stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Ima fight
Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the clock
But the party dont stop no
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh |
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DJ, you build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
You got me now
You got that sound
Yeah, you got me
DJ, you build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
No, the party dont start till I walk in
Dont stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Ima fight
Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the clock
But the party dont stop no
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh
Don’t stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Ima fight
Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the clock
But the party dont stop no
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh |
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