1: Wrabel & Kesha, day I met you we

the best night of our livesCan you feel it? I

you got your own opinionsBut baby, I don't even

& up in the morning, feelin' like P. Diddy

wherever you areAre you dancin' on the dance floor or

was a summer night (Night)The stars were all alignedYou,

am in love with what we areNot what we

door cracked, we don't need a keyWe get in

Pitbull & you bi?No, I'm tri... I'll try

Flo Rida, spin my head right round, right roundWhen

1: Taio could dream of ways to see youI

boom bang, boom b-boom bang, bangBoom boom bang, boom (I

you didn't call, so what?It's not like I was

when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chairTalking

the Champs-ÉlyséesI just wanna get, get, get in, with,

dysfunctionalSo dysfunctionalSo feel like I'm tied up in

breakfast at Tiffany's and bottles of bubblesGirls with tattoos

YouWalk awayHere we sit... morningsYou held on tight last nightThen you

away from my windowLeave at your own chosen speedI'm

Ram garbage as artWell, do you approve of me?