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Birthday Party
03:36
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Saturday night, it's a house party.
Everyone's here, and it's all for me.
Pour me a drink, so I can get down.
I'm gonna dance, like there's no one around.
I'm not gonna stop until I can't go no more.
You're not getting me, unless you're on the dance floor.
Call me a hoe, but you won't phase me.
I don't give a fuck cause it's my birthday party.
dance bitches dance (X4)
Mo-o-o-ve your feet. To-o-o the sound. It's my birthday bitches, I'm here to get down.
That bass still goes boom.
It fills up the room.
Boy I just want you, grindn on my whaaaat?
Hey boy ya see,
I just want your ass on me.
I get what I want, cause it's my birthday party.
dance bitches dance (X4)
Mo-o-o-ve your feet. To-o-o the sound. It's my birthday bitches, I'm here to get down.
dance bitches dance (X4)
Mo-o-o-ve your feet. To-o-o the sound. It's my birthday bitches, I'm here to get down.
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Bad Boy
02:39
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That boy can you stop you dead in your track,
He'll make your heart stop, like it's under attack.
He's sexy and he knows it, he is a perfect ten.
He'll keep you coming back again and again
That boy is so perfect, he's so perfect for me.
I want that boy inside my bed, I want his company.
Those sapphire eyes, so full of lies.
When he looks at me, I melt on the inside.
He's a bad boy. I should stay away.
I can't help the way I feel, that smile of his is just unreal.
My momma told me not to, my daddy taught me right.
But this bad, bad, boy, makes me feel alive.
He knows what he's doing. It's all just a game.
He'll play with my heart, but I'll take all the blame.
He gets what he wants, I am his little rag doll.
He'll toss me eventually, I'm okay with it all.
That boy is so perfect, he's so perfect for me.
He is worse than any drug, he is what I need.
That budge down below, will make my mind blow.
When he gets rough with me I feel like such a filthy hoe.
He's a bad boy. I should stay away.
I can't help the way I feel, that smile of his is just unreal.
My momma told me not to, my daddy taught me right.
But this bad, bad, boy, makes me feel alive.
That hair, those eyes. His hips my thighs.
Puslating. Gyrating. This is so unwise.
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Alex Baker Edmond, Oklahoma
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