Hit low, hit low I'm looking looking like you You're looking looking like me Like a pornstar All the girl I mean that girls Looking fly I'm ready to war Everybody get, dress up, dress up Everybody get, everybody get (I'm hot!) Like a one like a one

I've watched them build Upon these empty hearts False hopes of lossless paradise Gathering together The dead hearts beat as one Stillborn comfort feeding lies Through answers of self denial Divided between a dissolute self And the sorrow of sincere

In the middle of the night You gotta come on, come on Say that we'll be together Come on, come on When I'm in this dream It's like a million little stars Spelling out your name I'm caught up in you Burning brighter than the sun

You gon' make me give up everything I worked for Make me give up everything I worked for Sunday, that's what they pray to church for Sunday, you ain't go to church though I still bless you, but you know what come first though You gon' get this Rollie off

It’s hard staying sober when I’m getting over you It’s hard staying sober when you ain’t staying over It’s easy getting messed up on the truth It’s hard standing here watching taillights disappear Why you think we all smoke? It’s hard to the leave the

I've got new rules, I count 'em I've gotta tell them to myself You ain't getting over him One, don't pick up the phone You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone Two, don't let him in Three, don't be his friend You know you're gonna wake up

We're up all night to get lucky (We're up all night to get lucky) (We're up all night to get) We've come too far to give up who we are So let's raise the bar and our cups to the stars She's up all night 'til the sun I'm up all night to get some She's up

When we get high up on the ridge Give you all I got to give That's how we live up on the ridge Won't you come with me tonight Where the moonlight drifts into your eyes Yeah, I just want one little kiss (Come with me tonight) Let's blow out these city

So get on the floor And dance with me Get up won't you g'on down Shake your body won't you g'on get down I love the way you shake your thing Then why don't you just Dance across the floor I love the way you shake that thing girl

Misery's best friend can't be a dead-end A bag full of regrets, and I'm coming clean Some feel it, especially the rejects A bad habit; don't forget it: you better Count your last blessings and fill up the wagon Chases its feet And now I'm running out of