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| Subject: Blood On The Dancefloor Tue Nov 03, 2009 9:38 am | |
| Dance Fire Up In This Room Ah! Ah! Expecting Certain Dooom Ah! Ah!
Attention Please! Everyone in the dance club freeze Remain the position And Bleed!
Ah! Ah! I Like It Against The Wall Just Fuck Me In The Hall You Scream "Meat Sucks" We'll your Out Of Luck I'll Fuck You In The Face And Leave A Nice Taste A Hot Mess! Thats Whats Up! I'll Fuck You in the club On The Ground Mop It up Relax! Relax! Its My Sexy Track! Fresh To Death Don't you dare forget Ghetto Blastin' Hot Sex Everlastin' HELLZ YEAH BITCH!
H - E - L - L - O Blasting Through Your stereo K - I - T- T- Y Let Me Slip Between Your Thighs H - E - L - L- O Coming Straight From Tokyo K - I - T - T - Y My Sex Will Leave You Satisfied H - E - L - L- O Show Me How Your Sucha Hoe K - I - T - T - Y Bitch I'll Make You Fucking Cry H - E - L - L- O Get On Your Knees And Blow K - I - T - T - Y YOUR SUCHA FUCKING CUTIE PIE!
Crank That And Shake That Dancing With My Kitty And Leaving This Committee Oh Its Such A Pity But We're On Fire Dance Floor Desire Seat Belts Aren't Required Wraped Around Me Like Barbwire Your Addiction I Admire This Zone Is On Fire I'll Be Your Sex Supplier Will Light This Club On Fire With Our Flashy Attire We Moshed Like Liars BAT CAT SHARK ATTACK FROM THE BACK!
H - E - L - L - O Blasting Through Your stereo K - I - T- T- Y Let Me Slip Between Your Thighs H - E - L - L- O Coming Straight From Tokyo K - I - T - T - Y My Sex Will Leave You Satisfied H - E - L - L- O Show Me How Your Sucha Hoe K - I - T - T - Y Bitch I'll Make You Fucking Cry H - E - L - L- O Get On Your Knees And Blow K - I - T - T - Y YOUR SUCHA FUCKING CUTIE PIE!
H E L L OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO K I T T Y Y Y Y Y Y YY Y H E L L OO O O O O O O K I TT Y Y Y Y Y Y H E L L L O OO O OO K I T T Y Y Y Y Y Y Y H E L L L L L O O O O O K I T T T Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y YY
H - E - L - L - O Blasting Through Your stereo K - I - T- T- Y Let Me Slip Between Your Thighs H - E - L - L- O Coming Straight From Tokyo K - I - T - T - Y My Sex Will Leave You Satisfied H - E - L - L- O Show Me How Your Sucha Hoe K - I - T - T - Y Bitch I'll Make You Fucking Cry H - E - L - L- O Get On Your Knees And Blow K - I - T - T - Y YOUR SUCHA FUCKING CUTIE PIE! H - E - L - L - O Blasting Through Your stereo K - I - T- T- Y Let Me Slip Between Your Thighs H - E - L - L- O Coming Straight From Tokyo K - I - T - T - Y My Sex Will Leave You Satisfied | |
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| Subject: Re: Blood On The Dancefloor Tue Nov 03, 2009 9:43 am | |
| Music is my drug Music is my love Music is my favorite drug Music is my only love
Music is my favorite drug Music I've fallen in love
Verse one:
Music is my favorite drug Music I've fallen in love I got my milkshake And I'm doing real well Can't you tell! can't you tell! Cuz I'm texting on my cell Cuz I ahhhh ahhhhh And your blahhh blahhh Cuz I'm restitched Remixed! You can talk You stupid tricks Your the ones Who'll buy my shit Snap! snap! make this club clap
Chorus:
Dear mate to the soul I've lost control I'm breaking the scene And this stupid routine I've taken the pills Giving in to thrills Save the rave Gotta dance the pain away!
Verse 2:
I fell in love with the girl At the dance club She said what! as I'm kicking Up the party drugs She's so rad with her Pin up stilettos Pop lock Bodies rock Turn up That speaker box Bang! bang! dannng Shoot em up Shoot up this place I'm with this This sickness So fictitious
Pre chorus:
Can you feel this? Can you feel this!
Chorus:
Dear mate to the soul I've lost control I'm breaking the scene And this stupid routine I've taken the pills Giving in to thrills Save the rave Gotta dance the pain away! x 2
Bridge:
We gotta dance Dance the pain away We gotta dance Dance the pain away We got to! We have to! | |
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| Subject: Re: Blood On The Dancefloor Tue Nov 03, 2009 9:44 am | |
| You're a bitch, you're a bitch I'm sick of your shit You're a dick, you're a dick Think your words are so slick
We can't get get it right Always gotta be a fight Your heart is my pinata So sayonara
I just wanna go out tonight I'm too tired to put up a fight (x2)
The best part of fighting Is the make up sex
Miss Bipolar Ultimate controller Manipulator instigator Miss Bipolar Ultimate controller Perpetrator, see ya later
You left my heart Broken and sore You say you love me Then you shove me to the floor
You'll be drowning in your make up Contemplating our break up Drama is your middle name You're certifiably insane
I just wanna go out tonight I'm too tired to put up a fight (x2)
The best part of fighting Is the make up sex
Miss Bipolar Ultimate controller Manipulator instigator Miss Bipolar Ultimate controller Perpetrator, see ya later Miss Bipolar Ultimate controller Devastator super slayer Miss Bipolar Ultimate controller Terminator asphyxiator
Sunshine coming through the rain This happiness is mixed with pain
Miss Bipolar Ultimate controller Manipulator instigator Miss Bipolar Ultimate controller Perpetrator, see ya later Miss Bipolar Ultimate controller Devastator super slayer Miss Bipolar Ultimate controller Terminator asphyxiator | |
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| Subject: Re: Blood On The Dancefloor Tue Nov 03, 2009 9:44 am | |
| Stop the hate congradulate, You know my name so eat some cake. Party Hardy Grab bacardi, Talk your shit watch you get hit. Save the drama for your mama What's up with that awful gossip. Don't be mad 'cause my hair is so rad, Life is good up in my hood. Bitches get stitches they end up in ditches, So get the riches Bitches get stitches, end up in ditches Get the riches. Bitches get stitches they end up in ditches, So get the riches Bitches get stitches, end up in ditches Get the riches. Check yourself before you wreck yourself. Oh My God! Blah blah blah! I'm rated X, for explicit sex, You can talk your shit, You can run those lips your only Making me famous, you ignoramus. I'm so dangerous, so so so so dangerous. Bitches get stitches they end up in ditches, So get the riches Bitches get stitches, end up in ditches Get the riches.Bitches get stitches they end up in ditches, So get the riches Bitches get stitches, end up in ditches Get the riches. You can talk your shit your only making me famous, You can talk your shit your only making me famous, You can talk your shit your only making me famous, You can talk your shit your only making me famous,
Bitches get stitches they end up in ditches, So get the riches Bitches get stitches, end up in ditches Get the riches. Bitches get stitches they end up in ditches, So get the riches Bitches get stitches, end up in ditches Get the riches. Bitches get stitches they end up in ditches, So get the riches Bitches get stitches, end up in ditches Get the riches. Bitches get stitches they end up in ditches, So get the riches Bitches get stitches, end up in ditches Get the riches. | |
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| Subject: Re: Blood On The Dancefloor Tue Nov 03, 2009 9:45 am | |
| You let me violate you. You let me desecrate you. You let me penetrate you. You let me complicate you.
Help me. Break apart my insides Help me. I'v got no soul to sell Help me. The only thing that breaks through me Help me get away from myself
Chorus: I wanna fuck you like a animal I wanna feel you from the inside I wanna fuck you like a animal My whole existence is blood You get me closer to god
You can have my isolation You can have the hate that it brings You can have my Abstinence of Faith You can have my everything
Help me. You tear down my reason Help me. To sex I can smell Help me. But you make me perfect Help me become somebody else
Chorus: I wanna fuck you like a animal I wanna feel you from the inside I wanna fuck you like a animal My whole existence is blood You get me closer to god
Through every voice above the trees But then my Stomach scraped off these I drank the honey inside your hive Your the reason I stay alive
Through every voice above the trees But then my Stomach scraped off these I drank the honey inside your hive Your the reason I stay alive
Through every voice above the trees But then my Stomach scraped off these I drank the honey inside your hive Your the reason I stay alive
Through every voice above the trees But then my Stomach scraped off these I drank the honey inside your hive Your the reason I stay alive
I wanna fuck you like an animal. I wanna feel you from the inside. I wanna fuck you like an animal. I wanna feel you from the inside. | |
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| Subject: Re: Blood On The Dancefloor Tue Nov 03, 2009 9:45 am | |
| LET'S GOOOOOO. OH NOOOO.
Can't stop the tickles. They call me Dr. Giggles. It's o-o-o-off the chizzle Fo' shizzle dizzle I'm bangin' with the b-o-t-o-dizzle With wiffles 'Cause I dribble like I'm rubbing on nipples. Gotta get out the pickle Make it rain with the ripples. Let my candy rum trickle Get you buzzed with double triples. Getting head in, rentals Avoiding the parentals. This is ghetto, plain and simple With the down beat tempo.
Oh, no. They be hatin' us. 'Cause we're glamorous. They be hatin' us. 'Cause I'm fabulous. Can't stop me once I've started, Baby, got me retarded. Don't phunk-phunk-phunk-phunk With my heart.
LET'S GOOOOO.
Chorus: Chop, chop, chop you up. Ima monster (hah hah hah) Eat you like a cannibal, Spit you out like an animal. (x2)
Slice, slice, slice you up. Ima monster (hah hah hah) Cut you up, I'll slice and dice Serve you up as cold as ice. (x2)
Go 'head girl, shake that butt. Make me freakin' bust a nut. Crank that music, Let's get wasted, super *UHN. Guess what, honey. I'm a freak. I'm a freak inside the sheets. Rough, tough, naughty nurse. Rip it up, now make it hurt. Don't stop, get it, get it! Last for hours, not for minutes. Open wide for my surprise, Scratch and blow for your grand prize. Smear it on your plastic face, Leave you with a sweeter taste. Super soaker on your chest, Let it drip down on your breast.
LET'S GOOOOOO. (Chorus)
Haters make me famous (x5)
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| Subject: Re: Blood On The Dancefloor Tue Nov 03, 2009 9:45 am | |
| I'm so fresh I got the keys to the bakery. I'm so fresh I got the keys to the bakery.
I'm so fresh to death! I'm so fresh to death! I'm always fresh to death!
Are you ready? Pop, lock, make em' stop. Haters block and bitches rock. Yo pass me the cup, I'll drink till I throw up! Throw your damn hands up. Everybody get up. Shake it to the ground, make this club get loud.
I'm so fresh I got the keys to the bakery. I'm so fresh I got the keys to the bakery.
I'm so fresh to death! I'm so fresh to death! I'm always fresh to death!
I got you wetter than Hurricane Katrina! I got you wetter than Hurricane Katrina! I got you wetter than Hurricane Katrina! I got you wetter than Hurricane Katrina!
Cuddle leads to trouble when you're up in my bubble. I don't chase them I replace them stacking hoes like dominoes. Make a rumor sense of humor, entertain me with my life. Make me popular over night. To be famous is so nice.
Drop it like it's hot. Drop it like it's hot. Drop, pop, make em' stop. Snitches what? Snitches not!
Drop it like it's hot. Drop it like it's hot. Drop, pop, make em' stop. Snitches what? Snitches not!
Reeses pieces butter cup, You mess with me, I'll fuck you up.
Throw em' up! Throw em' up! This is how we party up. She licked it like a lollipop. Don't stop until you hit the spot. Oh Baby! Oh Baby! You got me crazy or maybe. Get smashed, lets dance if you got the chance. It's the feelings I'm feeling. The things she's got me believing. She's gonna start, gonna kick up my heart. I can't stop until I pop. Oh my god! Oh my god! There's danger on the spot. I got money in my hands, I don't think you understand. I'm so fresh I got the keys to the bakery. Mad dough, cash flow. Got the diamonds that glow. We be poppin' champaigne, like we won the damn game.
I'm so fresh I got the keys to the bakery. I'm so fresh I got the keys to the bakery.
I'm so fresh to death! I'm so fresh to death! I'm always fresh to death!
I'm so fresh I got the keys to the bakery. I'm so fresh I got the keys to the bakery.
I'm so fresh to death! I'm so fresh to death! I'm always fresh to death!
I'm so fresh I got the keys to the bakery. He's so fresh he's got the keys to the bakery. I'm so fresh I got the keys to the bakery. He's so fresh he's got the keys to the bakery.
I got you wetter than Hurricane Katrina! I got you wetter than Hurricane Katrina! I got you wetter than Hurricane Katrina! I got you wetter than Hurricane Katrina!
Ding-ding! I got the keys to the bakery. Ahh! So fresh! Ding-ding! I got the keys to the bakery. Ahh! So fresh! Ding-ding! | |
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| Subject: Re: Blood On The Dancefloor Tue Nov 03, 2009 9:46 am | |
| Welcome to the Suicide Club.
Love is a drug in the suicide club. It's rough and it's tough but I never get enough. Well dying is the latest fashion, Well dying is the main attraction.
As I grows stronger, My voice gets louder. As your shit gets weaker, As I stomp you with my sneakers. I'm already dead inside. Let my words eat you alive.
On an on and on an on, We can't go on, We can't go on like this. [x4]
Tease as you breathe. Get you down on your knees. Reverse this curse, you naughty nurse. WTF? It spells your death. Kay thanks bye, I hope you die.
As we grow stronger, Our voices get louder. As their shit gets weaker, We will stomp them with our sneakers. We're already dead inside. Let our words eat you alive.
On and on and on and on, We can't go on, We can't go on like this. [x4]
Harder harder harder! On my bed. Harder harder harder! I can't forget. Harder harder harder! On my bed. Harder harder harder! Just drop dead!
On and on and on and on, We can't go on, We can't go on like this. [x4] | |
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| Subject: Re: Blood On The Dancefloor Tue Nov 03, 2009 9:46 am | |
| Don't dream it, just be it. I suffer dance fever. My flow will be reliever. Knock you off your sneakers. There's blood on the speakers. This is how it goes. This is how we roll. Competition, so vicious. Cut your bone and slash your tongue. Back down before you're done,. Oh no, Tericho. Gonna shoot my hot load. Break down into the flip mode. Cash flows and rhinestones. I'm the king of Lechures. I'm the heathen let go. I'm the star of that glows.
'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party. 'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party. 'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party. Let's start this dance party.
'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party. 'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party. 'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party. Let's start this death party.
Fuck me in the club, and light this bitch up. (Fuck me in the dirt, lift up my sexy skirt.) Fuck me in the house and shake me all about. (Fuck me in the car, Like a movie star.) Fuck me in the rain, take away my pain. Fuck me in the escalator, windows up on this escape. (Fuck me in the mall, up against the wall.) Fuck me in the church make it fucking hurt.
'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party. 'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party. 'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party. 'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party. 'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party. 'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party.
Let's start this dance party. Let's start this death party.
'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party. 'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party. 'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party. 'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party. | |
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| Subject: Re: Blood On The Dancefloor Tue Nov 03, 2009 9:47 am | |
| Of Love, Drugs, And Complications
It's Off To The Streets That Talk To Me I Take This Bitter Drug That Makes Me Fall In Love The Ground Lights Up Like The Worlds A Club I Meet A Friend We Dance Till The End When A Girl Makes Me Fall Again She Gave Me A Pill To Steady My Will Here We Go Across The universe Hip Hop On Top Of The Hearse Rid This Earth Of Its Awful Curse
Chorus: You're A Dancer, You're Not A Lover You're A Dancer, You're Not A Lover You're A Dancer, You're Not A Lover You're A Dancer, You're Not A Lover
Verse 2 Drop Dead Fred Can't Imagine This Blood Shed You Don't Need Instructions For My Sexy Seduction Break Your Frame Take Your Heart Put Into My Empty Art Get Into The Bigger Tits Stronger Hips Ultra Ego rivalry Blasphemy Hersey Its All Commited In This Dance Insanity We Might Not Make It Through The Door So Fuck Me On The Dance Floor Take Off Your Pants And Do The Revolutionary Dance
Chorus:
You're A Dancer, You're Not A Lover You're A Dancer, You're Not A Lover You're A Dancer, You're Not A Lover You're A Dancer, You're Not A Lover
You're A Dancer, You're Not A Lover You're A Dancer, You're Not A Lover You're A Dancer, You're Not A Lover You're A Dancer, You're Not A Lover | |
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| Subject: Re: Blood On The Dancefloor Tue Nov 03, 2009 9:48 am | |
| I do what i want i say what i want I get what I want and I take what i want I'm royalty BITCH never gave a SHIT relationships FUCK that SHIT i don't wanna flip when i see you with a dood another jealous mess yo that ain't cooo rave it like you were on x you can be my bff flash me your big ole breast show me what your working with Straight to the hips up on your TITS oh my god your just so perfect perfect puh! puh! puh! perfect! i love the way that you work it wuh!wuh!wuh! work it just work it just work it!
chorus:
hotty with the tomb raider body come here and sip up this shotty get naked; kick up this party don't be afraid to get naughty
I don't give a FUCK never gave a FUCK i won't give a FUCK idgaf idgaf
verse 2:
she wearing tight jeans im bout to get ring will you just marry me im like ecstasy you can take this drug i will just show you love like heaven from above you know that whats up girl i just wannna be world give you diamonds and pearls you put me head in a whirl omg im drunk again can we just still be friends i promise ill call again plz don't turn into a lesbian we will party till the end
' bridge:
I feel you! I feel you! I feel you! I feel you!
SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH I'm RATED X NEVER GAVE A FUCK! SO SUCK MY DICK!! X2
hotty with the tomb raider body come here and sip up this shotty get naked; kick up this party don't be afraid to get naughty
I don't give a FUCK never gave a FUCK i won't give a FUCK idgaf idgaf | |
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| Subject: Re: Blood On The Dancefloor Tue Nov 03, 2009 9:48 am | |
| Blood should be my 'pologies Smeared across yoour silver screen Pain, bet your so obscene Bleeding heartsy sympathy But I can never breathe The only thing I see's A heart on empty And it screams so deadly Gaspin' for salvation Cutting and frustration Sex and complication My minds on medication It started of so magically Love ends so tragically Now wasted ever shattered Like nothing ever mattered
I hope yoou choke I hope yoou know The pain inside just multiplies I lost my grip I'm about to slit Love is cruel, remember this Protect yoourself from the fighting fists Covered wrists So deep it fits It's killing me, it's tearing me I can't forget, I can't regret
This world is just so fucked up My life is just so messed up Nothing makes sense in a world that is so dead The bleeding in my heart are from these stitches that are falling apart You make me sick from this shit How could you ever do this? I gave yoou my heart And you just ripped it apart I tasted your blood And you just wasted my love You threw it away It was so fragile and fray Silver and gray Like judgement day
I hope you choke I hope you know The pain inside just multiplies I lost my grip I'm about to slit Love is cruel, remember this Protect yourself from the fighting fists Covered wrists So deep it fits It's killing me, it's tearing me I can't forget I can't regret
This world is just so fucked up My life is just so messed up
I hope yoou choke I hope yoou know The pain inside just multiplies It's killing me It's tearing me I can't forget I can't regret (x4)
I hope yoou choke I hope yoou choke I hope yoou choke I hope You choke | |
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| Subject: Re: Blood On The Dancefloor Wed Nov 25, 2009 11:17 am | |
| Song Title :Scream For My Ice Cream | Artist/Band : Blood On The Dance Floor She's melting She's melting O! o! o! she licked me like I'm ice cream
Dipper with my dipper We be drinking up the liquiour Party like lit's yo birthday Shake it like an earthquake Melting like an ice cream cone Going for his danger zone Go and suck my lollipop
Sugar sweet cherry topped Fur shure fit To legit Hot spot Twirk it b! tch Strip it down Work it up Baby let me Fill your cups O to the m to the geeeee Sticky messy Taste my treat But I love it when you Scream for my ice cream Tell me all your dirty dreams Scream for my ice cream Well show me what's your fantasies X2 Lets get this party started! Drink till we get retarded! She licked me like ice creammmmmmmm Ha! ha! ha! what the fuk You know that we do it ruff Move your feet to the beat With this shit this songs complete Move that body super sweet Always like an ice cream treat Got a monster in my pants And if you ever get the chance Gunna cram it down your throat Watch you gasp for air & choke I'm gunna jizz all in your face I'm gunna wreck this fucking place Pull my hair smash the chair Break the bed & give me head
Scream for my ice cream Tell me all your dirty dreams Scream for my ice cream Well show me what's your fantasies X2 Lets get this party started Drink till we get retarded She licked me like ice cream
You can taste my ice cream We can be a sweet team x7 Scream for my ice cream Tell me all your dirty dreams Scream for my ice cream Well show me all your fantasies X2 Kets get this party started Drink till we get retarded She licked me like ice creammmmm | |
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| Subject: Re: Blood On The Dancefloor Wed Nov 25, 2009 11:19 am | |
| Blood On The Dance Floor Lyrics
Mad Rad Hair Lyrics Mad rad hot hair make them jealous bitches, DAMN Hot Hot chii it up extra volume tease it up fashion multifox hot sceen it on the cat walk
colour chunks lush hot razur cut jagged im fenny not a faggot scene hair so SIQ texting on my sidekick those extentions so thick
you can suck my dick so get in my chair let me pimp your hair let me pimp that hair
Turn that music up lets get waisted supper fuck!
I got my mad rad hair tease it out there's just do much flair! My hair is better than yours so fuck me on the dance floor just fuck me on the... I got I got (uh-uh) I got I got I got (uh-uh) I got I got I got (uh-uh) I got I got I got (uh-uh) I got
Geten' my hair done at sexii parties Everybody geten' tense Feeling up my body I love those filthy like to get CRUNK ALL NIGHT My bangs to the side My hair's looken so tight
Oh my god I dyed it! I dyed it teal! Incase you didn't notice I'm a really big deal So shut the fuck up and take your clothes off I'm your getaway car and were' going really far
Turn that music up lets get waisted super fuck
I got my mad rad hair tease it out there's just do much flair! My hair is better than yours so fuck me on the dance floor just fuck me on the dance flair
I got my mad rad hair tease it out there's just do much flair! My hair is better than yours So freak it all up make you look like a myspace whore
Strike up, Coon tails, White polished finger nails. I'm so fabulouse (duh) I'm so glamorouse (lol) Tease it out make em' shout Come' a myspace whore Change your name to XXGORE (oh my god) Now you're so hard core so brutal Your packen' SKEET SKEET SKEET Feel the heat this is how we drop the BEAT
Turn that music up lets get waisted super fuck
I got my mad rad hair tease it out there's just do much flair! My hair is better than yours so fuck me on the dance floor just fuck me on the dance flair
I got my mad rad hair tease it out there's just do much flair! My hair is better than yours So freak it all up make you look like a myspace whore
I got my mad rad hair tease it out there's just do much flair! My hair is better than yours so fuck me on the dance floor just fuck me on the dance flair
I got my mad rad hair tease it out there's just do much flair! My hair is better than yours So freak it all up make you look like a myspace whore
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