Life of the party So I guess I’ll be the life Everybody singing along to my songs Taking my shots, throwing them back Acting like you ain’t gone But I don’t want em to know I’m all alone And I ain’t got nobody I don’t want em to see I'm dying inside

Girl, where do you think you're goin'? Where do you think you're goin' Goin', girl? Take my hand, stay Joanne Heaven's not ready for you Every part of my aching heart Needs you more than the angels do If you could I know that you'd stay We both know

Reminds me of you Every little thing reminds me of you It doesn't matter what I say, no matter what I do It gets harder every day, I don't know what to do Yes, party people, we drop and feet go, Some make your fist-pump, hands up and feet go, Crazy look

That's all over now Got my little red party dress on Get a little bit of Bourbon in 'ya Get a little bit suburban Because you're young, you're wild, you're free You're dancing circles around me You're fucking crazy Everybody knows that I'm the best

Part of me, won't agree 'Cause I dunno if it's for sure Suddenly, suddenly I dont feel so insecure Everybody says the same thing to you It's just a matter how you solve them (solve them) I don't think I knew what I had Everybody's got their problems

I'll be thinking about you. Now everything I do, is all for loving you. It's not something that we're used to. And now I'm gonna change my ways. And it's a part of you, I never wanna lose. I'll do anything you want me to. And if ever I'm alone you'll

If you're talking the hardest Giggs better pop up in your thoughts as an artist (jheeze) Taunting the market Everybody wants to know where 'Walk in da Park' is Walk in the party, sporting Armani Half of the crowd's all snorting my Charlie Sorted the bar,

Life of the party So I guess I’ll be the life Everybody singing along to my songs Taking my shots, throwing them back Acting like you ain’t gone But I don’t want em to know I’m all alone And I ain’t got nobody I don’t want em to see I'm dying inside

These dreams And I put another picture in a frame So until you come home Live beyond the dark Give unto the heart Have every shade of blue With every part of you Of simple afternoons in your arms

I try to untie Manhattan So lit up, lit up, lit up alright Lit up, lit up, lit up alright I try to untie 'Cause you're the low life of the party, bad blood Bad blood for everybody I'm in control and I believe My bodyguard shows her revolver to anyone who