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| So come on and fly with me as we make our great escape. | |
| I want your psycho, your vertigo stick. Want you in my rear window, baby, you're sick. I want your love. | |
| I was the class clown, always kept you laughing. We were never meant to be, baby, we just happened. | |
| You were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles, and my daddy said, 'Stay away from Juliet.' | |
| 'Cause all I see are stilettos... I guess I never got the memo. | |
| Oh, she gotta way with the boys in the place. She a looka, don't stand a chance. | |
| She get it, pop it, lock it, drop it, that birthday cake. | |
| Uh yeah, see, this is the kind of joint you got to dedicate to somebody. | |
| Beat's so big, I'm steppin' on leprechauns. Hittin' y'all with the boom, boom. | |
| If I had my way, I'd come and get ya, girl, in your favorite car with the missing top. | |
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| I don't know what I'm supposed to do, so I sit down and I cry too. | |
| And now the dudes are lining up 'cause they hear we got swagger, but we kick 'em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger. | |
| Bruises cover your arms. Shaking in the fingers with the bottle in your palms. | |
| Got an ass like a donkey, with a monkey, look like King Kong. | |
| We playin' naked twister back in my hotel. Hey! You look kinda cute. | |
| I'm not that kind of girl. Your love is what I prefer, what I deserve. | |
| Baby, I know that you like me. You're my future wifey. | |
| From the top of the pole, I watch her go down. She got me throwing my money around. | |
| MDMA got you feeling like a champion. The city never sleeps, better slip you an ambien. | |
| The sky was burning up like fireworks. You made me want you, oh, so bad it hurt. | |
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Opening Lyrics
Opening Lyrics II
Opening Lyrics III
