I might be the one, one, girl Ooh ooh ooh baby I just wanna be with you-ooh-ooh I don’t care if nobody approve-ooh-ooves Tell me what I got to do to prove tonight That you’re so so beautiful (One, One, two, three, four) Look around, you should be Should be

Level up, level up, level up, level up, level up All this on me, so yummy, all this oh so yummy You know you want this yummy, yummy all in your tummy Five, four, three, two, one Leggo! (watch me) Oh, you can talk all you want See me, I see greater

There he goes... One, One, two, one, one, two, three, four... Know a man...his face seemed pulled and tense... Like he's riding on a motorbike in the strongest winds... So I approach with tact...suggest that he should relax... But he's always movin' much too

Start again in the month of May Come on and blow the wires away And around and around and around and around Gonna make a record in the month of May But the kids are still standing with their arms folded tight One, One, two, three, four In the month of May, in

When you wanna be a movie star (c'mon) Play it right and drive a Volvo car (c'mon) Pick a fight at an airport bar Gimmie gimmie some of that vampire money c'mon One, One, two, three, four Everybody party 'til the gasman comes Sparkle like Bowie in the morning

I could tell that something wasn't right with you, with you I knew she was trouble from the first kiss (One, One, two, three, four) I could feel it blowing in the night wind Why don't you come back down so we can turn it around We grow apart just to be on our

I never heard a single word about you Falling in love wasn't my plan I never thought that I would be your lover Come on baby just understand This is real One, One, two, three, four This is it, here I stand

Half empty plane on New Years Eve The pilot comes on, says the year is almost gone Five, four, three, two, one Looks like it's just me and the whiskey You ain't here to kiss me Five dollar drink and a lonely window seat Love birds in the row in front of

Yeah, we’re alright though She’s kinda hot though We are the kings and the queens of the new broken scene Yeah, she’s kinda hot though (One, One, two, three, four) They say we’re losers and we’re alright with that We are the leaders of the not coming back’s

F-R-I-E-N-D-S Want me to spell it out for you? Ooh ooh, ooh ooh You can't be reasoned with, I'm done being polite I've told you one, one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times Haven't I made it obvious? Don't mess it up, talking that shit Only gonna push