It's a what, it's a, it's a what And baby, we could keep going 'cause you already knowin' That you'd never stop the show until you see the lights (Woo!) And the lights ain't on right now I can't even see what's going on right now This could be our little

Lordy, Lordy, Lordy! I can't help it I like to party, it's genetic! It's electrifying, wind me up and watch me go Where she stops, nobody knows A good excuse to be a bad influence on you and you You, you, you, you Alright sir Sure I'll have another one

Baby, come give me something new (Ooh) 'Cause I can't stop loving (Oh yeah) Since I got a taste of your love (Oh yeah) Baby, come give me something new (Ooh, woah) Right now, I'm down I be with the Hitmaker Goddamn, you know who I am Try to be on the

But we are best friends right? You're Stephanie and I'm Paulette You know what all my faces mean Everything that happened in between Because we are best friends right? I can't wait to get away from you Unsurprisingly you hate me too We only communicate

Even though I know it's been tough I can't stress enough no matter what, mama I love you You've always been there by my side You've taught the wrong from the right, mama I love you This for you (uh) there ain't one day that go by where I don't think

There's no reason to be afraid You know I really can't fuss about it You know I really can't funk without it No time to be like that You don't need me in that light It's alright with me Send it off and I leave it right Right down to the last place No

It's getting closer, oh It's getting closer (it's right on time) It's getting closer (I'm not dead yet) In the end, it's stronger than I know how to be And I can't just spend my whole lifetime wondering I fell in love with the sound of my heels on the

You're dirty, disgusting But I can't get enough of your loving Boy, I hate you, really hate you My momma said I shouldn't date you You cheatin', you lyin', I know that you're hiding two cellphones But boy, right before I say that it's the end You sweet

Then it's just a sad song that's too sad to sing I don't know how to write you a song That says, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong I can't find the words that don't make it cheap It's right on the verge and just out of reach It must be a sad song with a blue

What am I to do with my life (You will find out don't worry) (You just got to do it your way) I can't help the way I feel But my life has been so overprotected How am I supposed to know what's right? I need space There must be another way