candyshop Cumshots and gumdrops (ahh) Double fists and blow pops Trick or treat Squeeze my meat Give me something sweet to eat Slip n' slide on my
stick! ALL THE WAY DOOOOOOOOOWN! Cuz The girlies rub my nuts on the ice cream truck An ice cream truck? THE ICE CREAM TRUCK! Cuz The girlies rub my nuts on
say blood, More, blood! More, blood! When I say more, you say blood, More, blood! More, blood! Party on, Party on, 'Till the break of fuckin' dawn. It's happening, It's happening. Party on
Work it! Shake it! Love It! Now Dance It! 3x Drink! Drink! Drink! And We're Up All Night Dance! Dance! Dance! Till The Early Light... 2x We are the
Fitness! Cut to the chase, Come get a taste. I'll tell a bitch, Straight to her face. Yeah motherfucker I'm high as fuck, Suck on my dick and lick my
get down. This is how we get down. Sick with a q, You Know how we do. [x2] Text to my girlfriend, \"I think I'm in love\" Blog on my Myspace about
You're a bitch, you're a bitch I'm sick of your shit You're a dick, you're a dick Think your words are so slick We can't get get it right Always gotta
jealous mess That ain't cool Rave it like you were on x You can be my BFF Flash me your big ole breast Show me what your working with Straight to the hips Up on
get me down on the floor Oh girl your talk is so hot Let me show you what I got So just sit back and relax I'll get you down on the spot My fashion
DICK? There's Blood On The Dance Floor Will Bring It Once More Can't Stop Until We Drop Uh Hu Can't Stop Until We Pop There's Blood On The Dance Floor
Stop the hate, congratulate You know my name so eat some cake Party hardy grab Bacardi Talk your shit watch you get hit Save the drama for your mama What
girl and rule my world, Be my scene queen and live the American Dream. There's blood on the dance floor, It's 1984 We're rocking kangaroos, And sippin' on
eat you alive. On and on and on and on, We can't go on, We can't go on like this. [x4] Tease as you breathe. Get you down on your knees. Reverse this
But We're On Fire Dance Floor Desire Seat Belts Aren't Required Wraped Around Me Like Barbwire Your Addiction I Admire This Zone Is On Fire I'll Be Your
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Friend We Dance Till The End When A Girl Makes Me Fall Again She Gave Me A Pill To Steady My Will Here We Go Across The universe Hip Hop On Top
you alive Rise to fame, it's a game They own your face, they make your name Its all the same for bloody sakes Plastic dreams on silver screens New models
Don't dream it, just be it I suffer dance fever My flow will be reliever Knock you off your sneakers There's blood on the speakers This is how it goes