(feat. Robin Thicke) Paris, France to Michigan London town and through Berlin I cant believe this place Im in Everywhere and back again Porcelain and
I'm too fly to be all up in this line boy, I should get a front cut, I should get a front cut! I'm too fly to be all up in this line boy, I should get
're gonna feel the heat I'm gonna burn for you You're gonna melt for me Hedlund & Meester Come on, come on Into my arms Come on, come on Give into me Meester
Gimme music, now I need it Gotta loose it, wanna move it Faster, louder, keep it going all night I can take you to the limit Move it how I like Bodies
In a book, in a box, in the closet In a line, in a song I once heard In a moment on a front porch late one June In a breath inside a whisper beneath the
Woke up late today And I still felt the sting of the pain But I brushed my teeth anyway Got dressed through the mess And put a smile on my face I got
I drive an army jeep My bumper sticker reads Drink 'til he's cute That's what I'm gonna do Ain't got no serious thing Don't wear no diamond ring I've
I like it, I want it The way you make my body move I think I?m addicted I?m high off everything you do I?m going to call you baby Don?t you worry ?bout
Oh yeah Walked in the club with my girls We were ready to party I?m a ten that?s why I don?t have to spend, no ID when I get in Drinks on hand, drinks
best friends You heard that I was trouble But you couldn't resist I make them good girls go bad I make them good girls go Good girls go bad Leighton Meester
Paris, France to Michigan London town and through Berlin I can't believe this place I'm in Everywhere and back again Porcelain and China dolls Give me
I like it, I want it The way you make my body move I think I'm addicted I'm high off everything you do I'm going to call you, baby Don't you worry about
(feat. Clintos Sparks) I'm too fly to be all up in this line boy, I should get a front cut, I should get a front cut! I'm too fly to be all up in this
Her hair is Harlow gold Her lips a sweet surprise Her hands are never cold She's got Bette Davis eyes She'll turn her music on So you won't have to think
The snow's coming down I'm watching it fall Lots of people around Baby, please come home The church bells in town They're ringing a song What a happy
