I just wanna fuck you You've got a husband who loves you No touching and rubbing girl Don't need you all in mine We can't be kissing and hugging girl You need to give him your quality time I just wanna fuck bad bitches All them nights I never had bitches

Fuck this place, let's put up a parking lot We are forgotten young suburbia Loose on the streets of California Underneath fluorescent lights We'll waste the best nights of our life Na, na na, na na, na na Remember the days We would drink on the train On

Katy Katy stay away from me I could never quit you, no You gotta let me be Sharpened up my razor, picked a piece of ground One of these dark and moonless nights Singing soft and low Hand in hand we laid the deed And evil we have done Evil I will do no

We're smokin' dynamite (Got kingdom come, on the run) So keep the throttle to the bottom We may never see tomorrow Too many fuses to light Gonna steal, beg, and borrow A thousand fahrenheit and we're about to ignite If tonight's our time to go, the one

EST (what the fuck) Let's bring some reality to it, And the whole gang's in here, yeah, bitch (bitch) OK, EST for life, 40 motherfuckin' days I hustled, 40 nights I got 40 deep behind me, ain't a motherfuckin' nice 40 swishas, 40 bitches, went from

I'm still into you I should be over all the butterflies but I'm into you, I'm into you And even baby our worst nights I'm into you, I'm into you Let 'em wonder how we got this far, 'Cause I don't really need to wonder at all Yeah after all this time Some

(San Francisco), San Francisco (San Francisco), he he he he hey (You don't find them finer) (Searching for what we all treasure: pleasure) (Brightly on nights tell a glory story) (San Francisco), City by the Bay yeah (San Francisco), take me to the water

Rise and shine all you gold-digging mothers Are you too good to tango with the poor poor boys Slow nights so long she's frenching out flavour She's seventeen but I done went and plum forgot it. No tears are gone they're pooling on the table No tears are

Smokin’ and drinkin’ on the weekend like we did back in the day Smokin’ and drinkin’ got cha thinkin about the one that got away So here’s to all those nights all we felt was life, smokin’ and drinkin’ Smokin’ and drinkin’ It was one of those times what

It's Friday night let's lose our minds in a downward spiral 'Cause we got no control (No control) It's Friday nights always save my life from the worst of times we ever had Thank God for punk rock bands Till Monday morning strikes again We are the kings