Letra

Oh my God, it's so hot Oh my God, it's so cold Oh my God, I'm so messed up I don't know which way to go Stars above try to guess Where's my gin, where's my glass? All this mess comes from your ass Fuck with us, we're CSS We didn't come into the world to walk around We came here to take you out Come with us, we'll make a toast For this time about to come Don't mess my holiday Don't mess my holiday Don't mess my holiday Don't mess my holiday Oh my God, it's so low Oh my God, it's so high Ab-Fab, Claudia Ohana Dry Martini crossed my eyes Ask the stars what they say Desperate living, hairspray Baltimore with Tanqueray Live your life John Waters' way We didn't come into the world to walk around We came here to take you out Come with us, we'll make a toast For this time about to come Don't mess my holiday Don't mess my holiday Don't mess my holiday Don't mess my holiday Don't mess my holiday Don't mess my holiday Don't mess my holiday Don't mess my holiday Patsies and Edinas High on Vitaminas Monday at the club Drinking from the tub The day starts weekend style There's a piece of dirt in your smile Hold your body on your legs Your mouth is stuck to a thousand fags We didn't come into the world to walk around We came here to take you out Come with us, we'll make a toast For this time about to come We didn't come into the world to walk around We came here to take you out Come with us, we'll make a toast For this time about to come Don't you mess my holiday (Don't mess my holiday) Don't you mess my holiday (Don't mess my holiday) Don't you mess my holiday (Don't mess my holiday) Don't you mess my holiday (Don't mess my holiday) Don't you mess my holiday (Don't mess my holiday) Don't you mess my holiday (Don't mess my holiday) Don't you mess my holiday (Don't mess my holiday) Don't you mess my holiday (Don't mess my holiday)
Writer(s): Adriano Ferreira Cintra, Luiza Hanae Matsushita, Carolina Parra, Luiza Sa, Ana Maria De Rezende Versiani Dos Anjos Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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