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Boy, I know that you want some of this But I'm out with my girls and you can't touch lightning So we dance, so we dance like you're just not there Oh, we've only been here 'bout a minute But you already sound like a dick, stop tryin' So we dance, so we dance like you're just not there What's wrong with you? No, the problem is not my attitude But you're just not my type And the, the next time I won't be stupid Like 'cause Hey, this could be great, this could be crazy This could be the mother fucking party of the year Trying too hard, trying to be hot Trying to keep talking to us but we don't care Keep it all in your pants boy Keep it all in your pants boy So you can tell everyone's playing cupid But it ain't gonna work 'cause you're just so foolish Back it up, back it up, hello goodbye Get a hold of yourself before I lose it Boy keep laughing but I just might do it Back it up, back it up, you're killin' vibes Letras de canciones What's wrong with you? No, the problem is not my attitude But you're just not my type And the the next time I won't be stupid Like 'cause Hey, this could be great, this could be crazy This could be the mother fucking party of the year Trying too hard, trying to be hot Trying to keep talking to us but we don't care Keep it all in your pants boy Keep it all in your pants boy Uh huh, yeah, let's go! Hey boy, this should be the part This should be the part where you eat your words like Hey boy, this should be the part This should be the part where I kick ya to the curb like Hey boy, this should be the part This should be the part where you eat your words like Hey boy, this should be the part where you realize Thanks, but no thanks! Hey, this could be great, this could be crazy This could be the mother fucking party of the year Trying too hard, trying to be hot Trying to keep talking to us but we don't care Keep it all in your pants boy Keep it all in your pants boy Hey, this could be great, this could be crazy This could be the mother fucking party of the year Trying too hard, trying to be hot Trying to keep talking to us but we don't care Keep it all in your pants boy Keep it all in your pants boy Keep it all in your pants boy You ain't got a chance boy (Thanks to Cher Lloyd for life. for these lyrics) From Letras Mania