Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby Why you, why you, why you checking, if you're over it Why you, why you say, "Let go," if you're still holding it? You say you're okay but I saw that you liked it 2 A.M. and faded I know that's when you

They know, but they’ll never know why It’s a short fucking movie, man I’m going to try and take it slow I’m paying for my mistake That’s okay? I don’t mind a little pain It’s a short fucking movie man I know I’m going to try and take it slow

Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm What's goin' on on the floor? Keep it cool, what's the name of this club? Just dance, spin that record, babe, da da doo-doo-mmm Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance Dance,

I know it's a shame Tell me it's okay Lately I've been thinking about the past How there is no holding back No point in wasting sorrow On things that won't be here tomorrow But you and I well, we don't need to speak It's the secret that we keep

Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby Why you, why you, why you checking, if you're over it Why you, why you say, "Let go," if you're still holding it? And I'm say I'm okay but I guess I'm a liar You say you're okay but I saw that you liked

I won't fall down again My heart's now dead and gone And I'm still breathing I made it out alive I'm so done with it I won't go back again and I'm okay with this, that I'll be on my own again Until the day I die which shouldn't be that long So I'll just

Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go boaw! When you're all ready say go, okay You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing Tell the club owner, fuck yo' couch, Rick James nigga Let her drink it till she drown Atta girl gon' wild, pop a

I won't fall down again My heart's now dead and gone And I'm still breathing I made it out alive I'm so done with it I won't go back again and I'm okay with this, that I'll be on my own again Until the day I die which shouldn't be that long So I'll just

Hope I'm feeling this good when it's Monday morning Been doing my own thing, can't say that I'm sorry And I can only pray someday that we'll all be More than just okay, we can be so free And I can get fly with ya, ride with ya, shine with ya, yeah I can

Babada baba Our kind of people had a bed for the night And it was okay And daddy told us never listen to the ones Pointing nasty fingers and making fun 'Cause we were good kids Mama said that it was quite alright My mama said that is was okay When mama