tired of broken hearts and losing at this

time they take a photographI lose a part I

a bitch out of orderLike a bat out of

just woke up from a fuzzy dreamYou never would

one kiss on my lipsWas all it took to

got you under my skinI got you under my skinI

a hole in my heartNo one else can fill

have read somewhere in a bookThat you can change

up, get up, get up...Tell the rain not...Get up, get

EverybodyCome on, dance and singEverybodyGet up, do your thingEverybodyCome on, dance

give me fever(Fever, fever, fever, fever, fever, fever)You give me

only see what your eyes want to seeHow can

is a funny game, why don't you do the same?This

comes to HollywoodThey wanna make it in the neighborhoodThey

is a mysteryEveryone must stand aloneI hear you call my

Life is a mysteryEveryone must stand aloneI hear you call my

is a mysteryEveryone must stand aloneI hear you call my

hear your voiceIt's like an angel sighingI have no

made it through the wildernessSomehow I made it throughDidn't

1: Miss Prada & Ayesha no one caresIt's whippin'