| First Line | Song | Position |
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| 'Woke up in London yesterday found myself in the city near Piccadilly.' | |
| 'Hey, baby girl, whatcha doing tonight? I wanna see what you got in store.' | |
| 'I was thinking about her, thinking about me, thinking about us.' | |
| 'Do you ever feel like a plastic bag drifting through the wind wanting to start again?' | |
| 'There's a fire starting in my heart reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark.' | |
| 'Let me introduce you to my party people in the club.' | |
| 'Right, right, turn off the lights. We're gonna lose our minds tonight.' | |
| 'Boy I think about it every night and day. I'm addicted wanna jump inside your love.' | |
| 'There's a stranger in my bed, there's a pounding in my head.' | |
| 'There ain't no reason you and me should be alone tonight.' | |
| 'Today, I don't feel like doing anything.' | |
| 'Me not working hard? Yeah, right, picture that with a Kodak.' | |
| 'Watch me as I dance under the spotlight.' | |
| 'Move your body out on the floor, put your troubles aside, start living.' | |
| 'You're so hypnotizing. Could you be the devil? Could you be an angel?' | |
| | First Line | Song | Position |
|---|
| 'Backdoor cracked we don't need a key. We get in for free.' | |
| 'This one is for the boys with the booming system, top down, AC with the cooling system.'' | |
| 'Made a wrong turn once or twice. Dug my way out blood and fire.' | |
| 'My heart's a stereo. It beats for you so listen close.' | |
| 'Party rock is in the house tonight! Everybody just have a good time.' | |
| 'I know you want me. I made it obvious that I want you too.' | |
| 'I want you to love me like I'm a hot bride.' | |
| 'Feels so good being bad. There's no way I'm going back.' | |
| 'Easy come, easy go, that's just how you live.' | |
| 'Lately I've been stuck imagining what I wanna do and what I really think.' | |
| 'I see you driving around town with the girl I love, and I'm like...' | |
| 'Just shoot for the stars if it feels right and aim for my heart.' | |
| 'It's been a really, really messed up week. Seven days of torture seven days of bitter.' | |
| 'This kitten's got your tongue tied in knots I see.' | |
| 'Hot and dangerous. If you're one of us then roll with us.' | |
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Stuttering #1 Hits
United State of Pop 2009
Soul Hits of the '70s
