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When I′m drunk at the club I wanna be felt up
When I'm fresh outta luck, I say give me the hard stuff
If I hate what I hear I′ll just tell you to shut up
It's just who I am and they can't get enough
(Oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh)
Wanna be bored, babe?
Check on the door, babe
She′s walking in and looks like every other chick
And I think she′s the one
Here's what I do
When he′s showing his cards
I get all my friends
And sit 'em all down
And set him apart
I fill in the gaps
And I give it an arc
Then I tie it all up
And drop kick it like it′s a shot in the dark
Girl, that's not a shooting star
(I′m sorry, my bad, I thought that it was)
Girl, girl, that's no
Not a shooting star
(I know that you're right but what if you′re not)
′Cause he's perfect
He treats me like shit
But I promise you, baby, it′s worth it
'Cause it hurts me
And I′d rather be hurt when I'm drunk at the club on a Thursday
So excuse me
I know what I′m doing, it's him in a month
Or however long
Or never at all
(Oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh)
Wanna be bored, babe?
Check on the door, babe
She's walking in and looks like every other chick
And I think she′s the one
(I think she′s the one)
Here's what I do
(Here′s what I do)
When he's showing his cards
(When he′s showing his cards)
I get all my friends
And sit 'em all down
And set him apart
(Set his ass apart)
I fill in the gaps
(Fill in the gaps)
And I give it an arc
(And I give it an arc)
Then I tie it all up
And drop kick it like it′s a shot in the dark
Girl, that's not a shooting star
(I'm sorry, my bad, I thought that it was)
Girl, girl, that′s no
Not a shooting star
(I know that you′re right but what if you're not)
′Cause he's perfect
He treats me like shit
But I promise you, baby, it′s worth it
'Cause it hurts me
And I′d rather be hurt when I'm drunk at the club on a Thursday
It consumes me
And I'm totally loving the music
And I like it the best when I′m losing, baby
Ahhhhh
When I′m drunk at the club I wanna be felt up
When I'm fresh outta luck, I say give me the hard stuff
If I hate what I hear I′ll just tell you to shut up
It's just who I am, and they can′t get enough
Oh
Ohhhh
Ohhhh
Ohhhh
It's just who I am and they can′t get enough, oh
Oh
Ohhhh
Ohhhh
Ohhhh
It's just who I am and they can't get enough, oh
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Writer(s): Audrey Hobert, Matthew Hamilton Fildey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
