Ooh, now I'll never get over you until I find something new Biddy-da-dum, boo'd up Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo'd up That get me high like you do, yeah yeah That get me high like you do Listen my to heart go ba-dum, boo'd up Biddy-da-dum it just won't

Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal Just laughing and gay like a clown (ooh oohooh) I'm wearing my heart like a crown Pretending that you're still around Oh yes, I'm the great pretender (ooh oohooh) Pretending I'm doing well (ooh oohooh) My need is

Na-na-na-na-na-nanana So go ahead and blaze up Today's the day to blaze up (Yeah, yeah oohooh) So go ahead and put your J's up (And smoke) Whenever I'm down and out I get back to myself I roll a motherfucking fat back to myself Leave it to beaver, America

Oooooh oh oh oh, nananana Oh, I may stay here for awhile If I'm gonna fly, gonna fly down south If I'm gonna drive, I'm gonna find a small town South is where my momma lives Where my lil piece of heaven is If I'm gonna dream, I'm gonna dream your face

Oh-ooh-whoa-ooh-oh-oh If you wanna party, put your hands up Don't play me just kiss me Put your hands up put your hands up Tonight I'll say Put your hands up And I swore that I would never say I miss you more every day

Caught in a bad romance Want your bad romance I want your love Rah rah ah-ah-ah! Ro mah ro-mah-mah I want your love and You and me could write a bad romance Gaga oohooh-la-la! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh But words, they won't do it justice I got something on my mind I could write it on a sign I need a translator at the tip of my tongue There's a freight train of emotion stuck in my lungs

Sail with me into the dark (sail) Blame it on my ADD baby Sail with me sail with me (sail) La la la la la, la la la la la oohooh (La la la la la, la la la la la oohooh) This is how I show my love I made it in my mind because

Ooh and I'd lay my life down for you (woooooh) And I show you who's the boss (woooooh) I'd forgive you and adore you While I was hangin' on your cross If I was Jesus. I I was Jesus, I'd have some real long hair A robe and some sandals, is exactly what

My bad, my bad for, trippin' on you (trippin' on you) I've been sippin', that's how I control This feelin', you keep givin' You keep on hittin' it oohooh, oh Maybe it's your love, it's too good to be true Baby boy, your love, got me trippin' on you You know