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Wake up in the morning feeling like Winehouse (Hey, what up girl?) Grab my Breezer, I'm out the door, I'm gonna be really loud 'Cause I don't care who I piss off, yeah, I'm a real big sinner Sometimes I eat my dessert before my dinner I'm talking odd socks on my toes, toes Taking off all my clothes, clothes, feeling overexposed So I put all of my clothes, uh, back on flush before I wee, wee Get arrested daily, ly, tryin' to get a peek of some titties I'm mad, really bad but don't tell my mum and dad Pucker up, kiss my butt 'cause I'm bloody fucking nuts Hear the bass, skinny waist, now let's copy Pokerface like Woah, woah, oh, oh, woah, woah, oh, oh I'm mad, really bad but don't tell my mum and dad Pucker up, kiss the nut 'cause it sells to be a slut Hear the bass, skinny waist, now let's copy Pokerface like Woah, woah, oh, oh, woah, woah, oh, oh I stay out till eleven when my curfew is ten "Goodnight, sweetie Sleep well", "Shut up, mum, I'm on MSN" Now the girls are lining up because we're pussy sailin' But we punch 'em in the mouth if they're not Sarah Palin Talkin' 'bout doing things we'll regret, gret Menthol cigarette, rette, butt plugs in his pet, woah, woah, woah Text sex on my Samsung, not telling dad, mum rung, rung Have sex with Alexa Chung by telling her I'm well hung (Erm, Erm, I'm quite well hung) I'm mad, really bad but don't tell my mum and dad Pucker up, kiss my butt 'cause I'm bloody fucking nuts Hear the bass, skinny waist, now let's copy Pokerface like Woah, woah, oh, oh, woah, woah, oh, oh I'm mad, really bad but don't tell my mum and dad Pucker up, kiss the nut 'cause it sells to be a slut Hear the bass, skinny waist, now let's copy Pokerface like Woah, woah, oh, oh, woah, woah, oh, oh This is the part where the rap breaks down This is the part where drums go pow This is the part where your balls sag down This is the part where you pants go brown This is the part where your dad goes out On a cold Christmas Eve to get some more milk But he never comes back and then seventeen years later You find out he's had a whole freaking family With some Spanish bitch and he doesn't even know Your fucking name anymore, shut the fuck up, I'm sorry I'm mad, really bad but don't tell my mum and dad Pucker up, kiss my butt 'cause I'm bloody fucking nuts Hear the bass, skinny waist, now let's copy Pokerface like Woah, woah, oh, oh, woah, woah, oh, oh I'm mad, really bad but don't tell my mum and dad Pucker up, kiss the nut 'cause it sells to be a slut Hear the bass, skinny waist, now let's copy Pokerface like Woah, woah, oh, oh, woah, woah, oh, oh (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah) Just Dance, Bad Romance, now let's copy Pokerface like Woah, woah, oh, oh, woah, woah, oh, oh
Writer(s): Benjamin Levin, Lukasz Gottwald, Kesha Sebert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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