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Shooting star
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Past 7 Days
Shooting star was discovered most frequently at around 1 minutes and 10 seconds into the song during the past week

Lyrics

[Intro]
One, two, three, bitch
[Verse 1]
When I'm drunk at the club I wanna be felt up
When I'm fresh outta luck, I say give me the hard stuff
If I hate what I hear I'll just tell you to shut up
It's just who I am and they can't get enough, oh
[PreChorus]
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-oh, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-oh
Wanna be bored, babe?
Check on the door, babe
She's walking in and looks like every other chick
And I think she's the one, oh
Here's what I do
When he's showing his cards
I get all my friends and sit 'em all down and set him apart
I fill in the gaps
And I give it an arc
Then I tie it all up and drop kick it like it's a shot in the dark
[Chorus]
Girl, that's not a shooting star
I'm sorry, my bad, I thought that it was
Girl, girl, that's no
Not a shooting star
I know that you're right but what if you're not?
'Cause he's perfect
He treats me like shit, but I promise you, baby, it's worth it
'Cause it hurts me
And I'd rather be hurt when I'm drunk at the club on a Thursday
So excuse me
I know what I'm doing, it's him in a month
Him in a month
Or however long
Or however long
Or never at all, oh
[PreChorus]
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-oh, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-oh
Wanna be bored, babe?
Check on the door, babe
She's walking in and looks like every other chick
I think she's the one
And I think she's the one
Here's what I do
Here's what I do
When he's showing his cards
When he's showing his cards
I get all my friends and sit 'em all down and set him apart
Set his ass apart
I fill in the gaps
Fill in the gaps
And I give it an arc
And I give it an arc
Then I tie it all up and drop kick it like it's a shot in the dark
[Chorus]
Girl, that's not a shooting star
I'm sorry, my bad, I thought that it was
Girl, girl, that's no
Not a shooting star
I know that you're right, but what if you're not?
'Cause he's perfect
He treats me like shit
But I promise you, baby, it's worth it
'Cause it hurts me
And I'd rather be hurt when I'm drunk at the club on a Thursday
It consumes me
And I'm totally loving the music
And I like it the best when I'm losing, baby
Ah-ah-ah
[Verse 2]
When I'm drunk at the club I wanna be felt up
When I'm fresh outta luck, I say give me the hard stuff
If I hate what I hear, I'll just tell you to shut up
It's just who I am and they can't get enough, oh
[Outro]
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-oh
It's just who I am and they can't get enough, oh
Oh-ooh-oh, ah-ah-ah-oh, oh-oh
It's just who I am and they can't get enough, oh
Written by: Audrey Hobert, Matthew Fildey
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