Ke$ha - jour Dream n Drunk NEW 2011 BEAT

I have a cœur, coeur
I swear I do
But just not baby
When it comes to toi
I get so hungry when toi say toi l’amour me
Hush if toi know what's good for toi

I think you're hot
I think you're cool
You're the kind of guy
I'd stalk in school
But now that I'm famous
You're up my anus
Now I'm gonna eat toi fool
I eat boys up
Breakfast and lunch
Then when I'm thirsty
I drink their blood

Carnivore, Animal
I am a Cannibal
I eat boys up
You better run

I...am...Cannibal (Cannibal) (Cannibal) I am
I...am...Cannibal (Cannibal)
I'l eat toi up (I am)
I...am...Cannibal (Cannibal) (Cannibal) I am
I...am...Cannibal (Cannibal)...

I think toi got the best of me
You're sleepin' with the enemy
You left me all alone, alone, alone, alone
The beat drops, I'm so low
My cœur, coeur stops, I already know
You left me all alone, alone, alone, alone

I'm sick and tired of the mess toi made
But you're never gonna catch me cry
Oh whoa whoa
You must be blind if toi can't see
You'll miss me til the jour toi die
Oh whoa whoa
Without me, you're nothing
Oh whoa whoa
You must be blind if toi can't see
You'll miss me til the jour toi die
Oh whoa whoa

I've let go, finally over you
This drama that toi put me through
I'm better all alone, alone, alone, alone
The beat...

So I just finished up my set
And I walked over to the bar
You spilled your drink on my new heels (uh, moron)
Thats when are fate was sealed
You're such a clumsy creep (what are toi looking at?)
Grinning at me


You're freaking me out
You're freaking me out
What's this all about?
You're freaking me out


Oh God, if toi only knew
Must be somethin' wrong with me (I'm so embarrest)
You're the polar opposite
Of anything I find attractive
Thoughts of toi make me sick (so sick)
Yeah, I kinda like it


You're freaking me out
You're freaking me out
(You're freaking me out)
What's this all about?
(What is this all about?)
You're...

Oh
You'll never know ‘bout love
You'll never know ‘bout love
You'll never know ‘bout love
‘Til toi try
Wanna try?
You'll never know ‘bout love
You'll never know ‘bout love
You'll never know ‘bout love
Til toi try
Wanna try?

Trashy boy digging that scruffy face
You got my body moving
Scratching your shitty bass
You know you're boring b-boring
Going to waste
Meet me
Side street
New York City
Rewind
Don't tell daddy

You’re
You’re
Trash
A trashy boy (I am a trashy boy)
You’re
You’re
You’re
Trash
A trashy boy
Wanna try?

I want to rendezvous with you
I want to rendezvous with you
Wanna try?

Misfit
Looking like...

Action
Chain reaction-action
Chain reaction-action

I feel like I’m hallucinating
Yeah you’re tripping me out
I can’t control, it’s toi I’m craving
I can just tell you’re down

Come get me, let’s get rowdy
Boy toi look so damn good on me

Back to the wall
On my silhouette
When toi walked right by
Felt your breath on my neck
And it felt so deep
In a trance of a sleep
Have I seen toi before?
Once in a dream

Like a flashback, sneak attack, chain reaction
At the first sight toi just might be the right one
You got something and again like a rerun
Try but can’t explain this chain reaction

You hit me like...

I like you
Don't want to
Marry you
I really wanna really wanna
Do you
A favor
And let toi know
That I really really really really

Like you
Don't want to
Marry you
I really wanna really wanna
Do you
A favor
And let toi know
That I really really really really

I want to montrer toi a magic trick
Yeah I promise it's sick
Like whoah oh oh oh
Every time gonna blow your mind
Just don't

Just don't don't don't don't
Don't get attached when I call toi up
Trying to get some cul, ass like woah oh oh oh
Don't want a boyfriend
Just want to get some

Yeah yeah yeah
I really want to get it on with you
And from the very seconde that I saw you
Knew...

And now the sun is rising
And now the long walk back accueil (back home)
There's just so many faces,
But no one I need to know (need to know)

In the dark I can't fight it, I fake til I'm numb
But in the bright light,
I taste toi on my tongue

Now the party's over
And everybody's gone
I'm left here with myself and I wonder what went wrong
And now my cœur, coeur is broken
Like the bottles on the floor
Does it really matter?
Or am I just hung over you?
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah
Or am I just hungover?

Even my dirty laundry
Everything just smells like toi (like you)
And now my head is throbbing
Every song is out of tune
Just like you...

Swimming pool and limousines (come on let's do it)
Come on lets cause a scene (come on let's do it)
Cigar in the caviar (come on let's do it)
I'm pissin' in the Dom Pérignon (come on let's do it)
Now, come on lets do it
Were gonna do it now
Come on lets do it
Come on lets do this

Wooow oh oh
There's a party at a rich dudes house
Wooow oh oh
There's a party at a rich dudes house
So if ya wanna go
Then ya know oh
We're gonna fight till we do it right
So lets wooow oh oh
Tonight

No we are not on the liste (come on lets do it)
No we don't give a shit (come on lets do it)
Dance 'til your pants come off (come on get...

Maybe I need some rehab, ou maybe just need some sleep
I've got a sick obsession, I'm seeing it in my dreams

I'm looking down every alley, I'm making those desperate calls
Im staying up all night hoping, Hit my head against the walls


What you've got boy is hard to find
Think about it all about it all the time
I'm all strung up my cœur, coeur is fried
I just cant get toi off my mind

Because your love, your love, your love, is my drug
Your l’amour your l’amour your love
I a dit your love, your love, your love, is my drug
Your l’amour your l’amour your love

Won't listen to any advice, mamma's telling me to think twice
But left...

Verse 1:
Grammy's, Oscars
Emmys, Tonie's
Pretty perfect plastic phonies
Princesses and goofy dresses
After party's V.I.P. list!

There he is (oh my gosh!)
(There he is)
Should I know him?
(I know him)
Smile with those faces

Chours:
Kiss kiss
Hug hug
Don't say it think it
Bit your tongue
Kiss kiss
Hug hug
Makes me wanna just
Throw up!

Pointless conversations
Forget what your name is

Verse 2:
Frozen grins
Purple martini's
Ganesha girls
And micro mini's
Geeks with camera's
Stars with momma's
Gotta l’amour that freak montrer drama
(oh my god is that Shequle O'Neil?!)

Get in drunk (get in drunk)
Good enough (good enough)
Loser schmoozer...

RE-EXAMINING THE GUILTY PLEASURE, VIA KESHA...
AUGUST 19, 2011



Village Voice:


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Backstabber (repeat 3x)

Bored, stoned, sitting in your basement
All alone, cause your little conversations
got around, now look at what we all found out
(look at what we, look at what we all found out)

You have got a set of loose lips, twisting stories
All because you're jealous
Now I know exactly what you're all about,
And this is what you're all about..

Girl, your such a backstabber,
Oh girl, you're such a shit talker
And everybody knows it (everybody knows it)

Girl, your such a backstabber,
Run your mouth plus than everyone I've ever known
And everybody knows it (everybody knows it)

(Talk Talk Talk talk...

So uncensored

Verse 1:
I'm a walking contradiction
My missions is my addiction
It turns me on, oh
Every days a re-invention
Fake enough and misconception
Prove I'm wrong

I get caught
The adrenalin rush
Get off
I'm not just givin up

Chours:
Filtered uncurd
Yeah I'm so uncensored
Oh-oh oh-oh oh
I'm right on target
Just left the center
Oh-oh oh-oh oh oh

Verse 2:
What's the point of boundaries
Who makes the rules (yeah I do)
Yeah who?
I brake them all
My scares are deep from memories
But I don't let them get to me
I just déplacer on

I say (I say)
Whatever comes to my mind I do (I do)
What feels good at the time

Chours:
Filtered...