were all born to loveNot afraid to die for

heard a story years agoFrom my grandmama, rest her

you almost had me fooledTold me that I was

miss your soft lipsI miss your white sheetsI miss

hear your heart beat to the beat of the

wherever you areAre you dancin' on the dance floor or

badda-da-bah-bahComing out'cha mouth with'cha blah, blah, blahZip your lips

a place downtown where the freaks all come aroundIt’s a

It is very dancey. It's probably like the danciest, most electro

hear your heart beat to the beat of the drumsOh,

for some trouble tonight (yeah)Take my hand, I'll show you

Hell yeahI don’t do laundryI don’t like babiesBut I’ll have a

boy, you're really creeping me outI think you're mental,

You spin my head right round, right roundWhen you go down,

day, oh, one day we're all gonna dieBut not tonight

The Beatles - Yellow SubmarineThe Beach Boys - God Only KnowsIggy

Some like to call names, some like to divideYou don’t need

ain't no scene in the V.I.P. for meNo, it ain't

Interrogator: Let's start with the hard ones first, shall we?Ke$ha: What

1: Michael and dangerous, if you're one of us,