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(One, two, three, bitch) When I'm drunk at the club, I wanna be felt up When I'm fresh out of luck, I say, "Give me the hard stuff" If I hate what I hear, I'll just tell you to shut up And it's just who I am, and they can't get enough, oh Ah-ah-ah-ah, oh Ah-ah-ah-ah, oh Wanna be bored, babe? Check on the door, babe She's walkin' in and looks like every other chick, and I think she's the one, oh Here's what I do When he's showin' his cards I get all my friends And sit 'em all down And set 'em apart I fill in the gaps And I give it an arc And I tie it all up, and dropkick you 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? Letras de canciones'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 end of the month (End of the month) For however long (Power it on) Or never at all, oh Ah-ah-ah-ah, oh (Oh) Ah-ah-ah-ah, oh (Oh) Wanna be bored, babe? (Huh) Check on the door, babe (Huh) She's walkin' 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 showin' his cards (When he's showin' his cards) I get all my friends And sit 'em all down And set 'em apart (Set us apart) I fill in the gap (Fill in the gaps) And I give it an arc (And I give it an arc) And I tie it all up, and dropkick you like it's a shot in the dark Girl, that's not a shooting star (No, no) 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 (Ah) 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 (Ah-ah) And I like it the best when I'm losing, baby (Ah-ah, ah, no) When I'm drunk at the club, I wanna be felt up When I'm fresh out of luck, I say, "Give me the hard stuff" If I hate what I hear, I'll just tell you to shut up And it's just who I am and they can't get enough, oh (Oh) (Ah-ah, oh, ah-ah-ah, oh, ah-ah, oh) It's just who I am, and they can't get enough, oh (Ah-ah, oh, ah-ah-ah, oh, ah-ah, oh) It's just who I am, and they can't get enough, oh From Letras Mania