Someday, I'm gonna be famous, Do I have talent? Well, no. These days you don't really need it, Thanks to reality shows. Can't wait to date a supermodel
My grandfather's name was moon Because his eyes were bright and round And no amount of time or liquor could dull them My grandmother's name was joy Because
(Intro) Yeah, can't stop now... This maybe the last chance I get, to be famous (Hook) You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces You cannot
[Verse 1:] Ye would've said you're so amazing So how could you be so heartless girl Live your life, take T-I-M-E Day and night just like Kid Cudi You'
Don't worry darling, That's no forever in my eyes, Just want to hold you for a while, Nobody knows how it will go, Spending this night together; I can
Tell me what you celebrate It isn?t hard to do Do you love me? Do you love that paint? Exposing the brick They?re crumbling a bit Do you love the bees
Lions in the street and roaming Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming A beast caged in the heart of a city The body of his mother Rotting in the summer ground
No no notorious, notorious no no notrious I can't read about it burns the skin from your eyes I'll do fine without it here's one you don't compromise
(Daria - Croatia) Friday, my night Flashing street lights Let's get this old town dancing Leave the troubles behind (Oooh) Put your hands up Let the
Wait if everything's going great Can you remember a day to tell? If someone should wish you well Then there's a narrow chance All I want from you my dear
Ci sono posti dove sono stato Posti dove non tornare Isole di madre perla O tropici nel temporale O certe stanche stanze... Dove discutono di poesia Di
Celebration get yourself together make we dance and sing celebration we listen the music from the king when the music hit we not go feel no pain from
What in this world, feels so alive ~ makes us then breaks us ~ then helps us survive ~ buries our hopes, then revives ~ our desire to succeed ~ we're
Always see it on T.V.or read it in the magazines Celebrities want sympathy All they do is piss and moan inside the Rolling Stone Talking about how hard
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I used to dream about cars and things. Bout being a star and things. I thought that I would outgrow this feening. My dream won't go away. It's more like
Yeah, you know what this is It's a celebration, bitches! Grab a drink, grab a glass After that I grab yo ass Why you actin' all Shy and all Why is y