1: Wrabel & Kesha, day I met you we

I'm not tryin' to be rude but hey pretty

1: fall at my feet, keep me grounded as

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

tonightI saw an old friendSomeone who I use to

don't need you or your brand new BenzOr your

hard, hard, hard...Tonight we’re going hard...We are who we areWe’re

pool, limousines (Come on, let's do it)Come on, let's

may be problematic, but I can be diplomaticWhat I'm

be the last one standingThe last one dancingGonna be the

Sean Foreman & first kiss went a little like

(Praying)Well, you almost had me fooledTold me that I was nothing

like what I like, the bizarre type, lowlifeTell me something

you hit me like a twister, babeYou give me

1: Mr 305, off of my body, daleThere are

kitten got your tongue tied in knots, I seeSpit

that glitter on my eyesGot that glitter on my eyesGot

the wild westThere's a wild girlHeart of a

Two, three, you'll be crawling though myGo and find yourself a

you, without-thout-out yaWithout you, withoutWithout you, without-thout-out yaWithout you, without