Oh sweetheart, I am not One Of The Boys
I honestly did Wish toi The Worst when toi a dit I Kissed A Girl other than me
toi always were the one to choose the Diamonds over the rubies
I am now a Broken little Mannequin and I will no longer be Thinking Of You
Cuz Ur So Gay and these Fingerprints are not Self Inflicted
If toi catch my drift, because I hate Waking Up In Vegas alone
Even though I am Lost without toi I'm Still Breathing
And now I Think I'm Ready to spread my wings and fly
We are always Waking Up In Vegas
Even though we are Hot N Cold
I may have Kissed A Girl
I am always Thinking Of toi
Because toi are a Part Of Me
I am your Firework
And toi are my E.T
This all started Last Friday Night
I know now, toi will not become The One That Got Away