to the party, I ain't putting on makeupNo reason

used to live in the darknessDress in black, act

wherever you areAre you dancin' on the dance floor

: it up!Woo hoo!Woo, hoo! Woo, hoo!Woo, hoo! (Yeah,

drug, my drug, my drug, my drugMy drug, my drug,

into you, to your armsWhen you call me baby

about to fly awayI'm about to flyI'm about to fly

best friend Sarah went to Europe for the summerMy

over quick (Pull over quick, quick)I need a quick fix

will you not just tell me you want me, biatch?

day I'm grindin'I don't even get a weekendI been

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

my baby leavesI wish he'd just marry meSo

a stereotypeHe’s got the baseball capAnd he’s buildin' the

rules don't need to be written, they're just understoodI

taking the high road, high as hellTo the bastards, I

fight my way through the darknessI battle hard, that's

on dancin' till the world endsKeep on dancin' till the

kitten got your tongue tied in knots, I seeSpit

I just got a brand new carHose me down at