Whoa, you stress me out, you kill me You drag me down, you fuck me up We're on the ground, we're screaming I don't know how to make it stop I love it, I hate it, and I can't take it I tell myself I'm done with wicked games But then I get so numb with all

And we can't stop (whoa) And we won't stop (whoa) It's our party we can do what we want It's our party we can say what we want It's our party we can love who we want We can kiss who we want We can see who we want Can't you see it's we who own the night