Breakeven

Breakeven, The Script

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayed to a God that I don't believe in
'Cause I got time while she got freedom
'Cause when a heart breaks, no it don't breakeven

Her best days will be some of my worst
She finally met a man that's gonna put her first
While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping
'Cause when a heart breaks, no it don't breakeven, even, no

What am I suppose to do
When the best part of me was always you and
What am I suppose to say
When I'm all choked up and you're okay

I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces

They say bad things happen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding
'Cause she's moved on while I'm still grieving
And when a heart breaks, no it don't breakeven, even, no

What am I gonna do
When the best part of me was always you
And what am I suppose to say
When I'm all choked up and you're okay

I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces
(One's still in love while the other one's leaving)
I'm falling to pieces
('Cause when a heart breaks, no it don't breakeven)

You got his heart and my heart and none of the pain
You took your suitcase, I took the blame
Now I'm tryna make sense of what little remains, oh
'Cause you left me with no love and no love to my name

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayed to a God that I don't believe in
'Cause I got time while she got freedom
'Cause when a heart breaks, no it don't break
No it don't break, no it don't breakeven, no

What am I gonna do
When the best part of me was always you
And what am I supposed to say
When I'm all choked up and you're okay

I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces
(One's still in love while the other one's leaving)
I'm falling to pieces
('Cause when a heart breaks, no it don't breakeven)

Oh, it don't breakeven, no
Oh, it don't breakeven, no
Oh, it don't breakeven, no

Broken Record

Loving you is like my addiction. 

I can't stop no matter what I do. 

Your like the air I breathe and music that plays in my head. 

I want you so bad it hurts. 

I've never been dependent on anyone like this. 

I hate myself every second I spend thinking about you. 

Your my first thought every morning and my last when I close my eyes. 

I don't remember when it was exactly that you got under my skin, 

but I really want you to leave. 

I feel like a broken record.

 I'm so in love with everything you are. 

The good and the bad don't seem to matter. 

You can do anything to me and I come right back. 

Your like the light at the end of my tunnel 

and I'm lost without you.

If I lose you again it will really break me this time. 

Not just a little bit, but earth shattering, life altering, 

never going back from here.

 I'm already too far gone. 

I hate this vulnerability. 

I keep looking for some kind of stability 

and searching for clues to see if your ready. 

I come up empty with every little inch you give me. N

o matter what I take a mile 

and I'm not sure what's fake or imaginary. 

I'm completely yours.

Do as you like.

Try not to break my heart to hard this time.

I'll close my eyes and trust you again.

I know I will regret it,

but for tonight let's pretend we've gotten it right.

I feel like a broken record.

 I'm so in love with everything you are. 

The good and the bad don't seem to matter. 

You can do anything to me and I come right back. 

Your like the light at the end of my tunnel 

and I'm lost without you.

In need of a little glamour...

Here's to you and your heart may it be less complicated than mine...

And I told myself love never lasts...

I'm thinking about my favorite line from, 'Sleepless in Seattle", when asked how you survive loss Tom Hanks replies - I get up everyday and I try to breathe in and out. Every day it gets a little bit easier. Not to argue with Tom here, but sometimes it seems like every day gets a little bit harder to forget and keep going.

It's so true and so devastating. Sometimes I'm so lost in grief it consumes me. I'm glad things don't stay the same, but just one time, could they?

I'm crying silent tears, deep sighs, and even deeper thoughts over everything. I just want some sort of peace. Contentment I guess would be good, eventually. The more that happens every day the further I get lost and lose myself in my own issues.

I've decided my playlist is divided into two halves - love songs and heartbreak lyrics. There is no in between. Inevitably isn't that all there is in the world? Those two options define everything that we do, 24/7. It's depressing, yet comforting in an odd sort of way.

I'm just me...

I'm the kind of girl who:
1. Curls her hair because it's 11 am.
2. Puts on an old concert t-shirt, just because.
3. Piles on pearl necklace, pearl bracelets, fake engagement ring.
4. Has chipped navy blue nail polish.
5. Dresses her dog.



Who are you today?!

The FAME

I'm starting to think I have found a new soundtrack... I know I'm a little late to the party, but I'm obsessed with Lady Gaga! She's beyond fantastic!

Fame Lyrics
I can't help myself
I'm addicted to a life of material
It's some kind of joke
I'm obsessively opposed to the typical

All we care about is
Runway models, cadillacs and liquor bottles
Give me something, i wanna be
Retro glamour, hollywood, yes we live for the

Fame, doin' it for the fame
'cause we wanna live the life
Of the rich and famous
Fame, doin' it for the fame
'cause we gotta taste for champagne
And endless fortune

Fame, fame baby
The fame, fame
We live for the fame, fame baby
The fame, fame
Isn't it a shame, shame baby
A shame, shame
In it for the fame, fame baby
The fame, fame

I can see myself in the movies
With my picture in the city lights
Photograph my mind
And hatever else you'd like to shoot
You decide

All we care about is
Pornographic girls on film and body plastic
Give me something
I wanna see television and hot blondes in odd positions

Fame, doin' it for the fame
'cause we wanna live the life
Of the rich and famous
Fame, doin' it for the fame
'cause we gotta taste for champagne
And endless fortune

Fame, fame baby
The fame, fame
We live for the fame, fame baby
The fame, fame
Isn't it a shame, shame baby
A shame, shame
In it for the fame, fame baby
The fame, fame

Don't ask me how or why
But i'm gonna make it happen this time
My teenage dream tonight
Yeah i'm gonna make it happen this time

Fame, doin' it for the fame
'cause we wanna live the life
Of the rich and famous

Fame, doin' it for the fame
'cause we wanna live the life
Of the rich and famous
Fame, doin' it for the fame
'cause we gotta taste for champagne
And endless fortune

Fame, doin' it for the fame
'cause we wanna live the life
Of the rich and famous
Fame, doin' it for the fame
'cause we gotta taste for champagne
And endless fortune

Gaga Morning - Dance in the Dark Lyrics

Silicon, saline, poison inject me
Baby, I’m a free bitch
I’m a free bitch
Some girls won’t dance to the beat of the track
She won’t walk away
But she won’t look back
She looks good
But her boyfriend says she’s a mess
She’s a mess
She’s a mess
Now the girl is stressed
She’s a mess
She’s a mess
She’s a mess
She’s a mess
(Tellem’, girls)
Baby loves to dance in the dark
‘Cuz when he’s lookin’
She falls apart
Baby loves to dance in the dark (Tellem’, girls)
Run run
Her kiss is a vampire grin
The moon lights her way while she’s howlin’ at him
She looks good
But her boyfriend says she’s a tramp
She’s a tramp
She’s a vamp
But she still does her dance
She’s a tramp
She’s a vamp
But she still kills the dance
(Tellem’, girls)
Baby loves to dance in the dark
‘Cuz when he’s lookin’
She falls apart
Baby loves to dance in the dark (Tellem’, girls)
In the dark
She loves to dance in the dark
In the dark
She loves, she loves to dance in the dark
Marilyn
Judy
Sylvia
Tellem’ how you feel girls!
Work your blonde (Jean) Benet Ramsey
We’ll haunt like liberace
Find your freedom in the music
Find your jesus
Find your kubrick
You will never fall apart
Diana, you’re still in our hearts
Never let you fall apart
Together we’ll dance in the dark
Baby loves to dance in the dark
‘Cuz when he’s lookin’
She falls apart
Baby loves to dance in the dark

Don't judge my wedding obsession...

Happy Now

Could you look me in the eyes and tell me that your happy now?
Michelle Branch is amazing... her lyrics are like MAGIC.

Feeding your Fashion intake

Girl of the day:
Jennifer Love Hewitt


Shoes of the day:
(Marchesa)

I'm just kinda digging Parka Posey's graffiti dress:

Marchesa Spring 2010
(The detail is incredible!)
















Marc Jacobs Fall 2010

The Only Exception

The Only Exception, Paramore

When I was younger
I saw my daddy cry
And curse at the wind
He broke his own heart
And I watched
As he tried to reassemble it
And my momma swore that
She would never let herself forget
And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love
If it does not exist

But darlin'

{Chorus}
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception

{Verse 2}
Maybe I know, somewhere
Deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we've got to find other ways
To make it alone
Or keep a straight face
And I've always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable, distance
And up until now
I had sworn to myself that I'm content
With loneliness
Because none of it was ever worth the risk

{Chorus}
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception

{Bridge}
I've got a tight grip on reality, but I can't
Let go of what's in front of me here
I know you're leaving in the morning, when you wake up
Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream

{Chorus}
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
[X2]

And I'm on my way to believing
Oh, and I'm on my way to believing

Telephone Lyrics

Telephone, Lady Gaga

[Lady Gaga]
Hello, hello, baby
You called, I can't hear a thing.
I have got no service
in the club, you say, say
Wha-Wha-What did you say, huh?
You're breaking up on me
Sorry, I cannot hear you,
I'm kinda busy.

K-kinda busy
K-kinda busy
Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kinda busy.

Just a second,
It's my favorite song they're gonna play
And I cannot text you with
A drink in my hand, eh?
You shoulda made some plans with me,
You knew that I was free.
And now you won't stop calling me;
I'm kinda busy.

Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna think anymore!
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin'', stop callin,
I don't wanna talk anymore!
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor.

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
I'm busy!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

Can call all you want,
but there's no one home,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
Cuz I'm out in the club,
and I'm sippin that bubb,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!

Call when you want,
but there's no one home,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
Out in the club,
and I'm sippin' that bubb,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!

[Beyonce]
Boy, the way you blowin' up my phone
won't make me leave no faster.
Put my coat on faster,
leave my girls no faster.
I shoulda left my phone at home,
cuz this is a disaster!
Callin' like a collector -
sorry, I cannot answer!

Not that I don't like you,
I'm just at a party.
And I am sick and tired
of my phone r-ringing.
Sometimes I feel like
I live in Grand Central Station.
Tonight I'm not takin no calls,
cause I'll be dancin.

Cause I'll be dancin
Cause I'll be dancin
Tonight I'm not takin no calls, cause I'll be dancin!

Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna think anymore!
I got my head and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna talk anymore!
I got my head and my heart on the dance floor.

Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna think anymore!
I got my head and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna talk anymore!
I got my head and my heart on the dance floor.

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin' me
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
I'm busy!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

Can call all you want,
but there's no one home,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
Cuz I'm out in the club,
and I'm sippin' that bubb,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!

Call when you want,
but there's no one home,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
Cuz I'm out in the club,
and I'm sippin' that bubb,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!

My telephone!
M-m-my telephone!
Cuz I'm out in the club,
and I'm sippin' that bubb,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!

My telephone!
M-m-my telephone!
Cuz I'm out in the club,
and I'm sippin that bubb,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!

We're sorry the number you have reached is not in service at this time.
Please check the number, or try your call again.

Even if it breaks your heart...

Even if it breaks your heart, Will Hoge


Way back on the radio dial
A fire got lit inside a bright eyed child
Every note just wrapped around your soul
From steel guitar to Memphis all the way to rock and roll
Woah I can hear ‘em playing
I can hear the ringing of a beat up old guitar
Woah I can hear ‘em saying
Keep on dreaming even if it breaks your heart
Downtown where I used to wander
Old enough to get there but too young to get inside
I would stand out on the sidewalk
Listen to the music playing every Friday night
Woah I can hear ‘em playing
I can hear the ringing of a beat up old guitar
Woah I can hear ‘em saying
Keep on dreaming even if it breaks your heart
Some dreams stay with you forever
Drag you around and lead you back to where you were
Some dreams keep on getting better
Got to keep believing if you want to know for sure
Woah I can hear ‘em playing
I can hear the ringing of a beat up old guitar
Woah I can hear ‘em saying
Keep on dreaming even if it breaks your heart
Woah I can hear ‘em playing
I can hear the ringing of a beat up old guitar
Woah I can hear ‘em saying
Keep on dreaming even if it breaks your heart
Keep on dreaming even if it breaks your heart
Keep on dreaming
Don’t let it break your heart

I'm laughing and crying at the same time. Hysteria has set in. I don't know if it's the fact that I ran a fever through the night or didn't sleep, but I'm physically and emotionally exhausted. Today's the 7th anniversary of my grandmother's death. I hate saying it out loud. I want today to be over and it just started.

Song of the Day

Crystal Ball, Pink


Drinking wine and thinking bliss, is on the other side of this
I just need a compass and a willing accomplice
All my doubts that fill my head are skidding up and down again
Up and down and round again, down and up and down again.

Oh, I've had my chances and I've taken them all.
Just to end up right back here on the floor.
To end up right back here in on the floor.

Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel.
Fortune teller that says maybe you will go to hell.
But I'm not scared at all...hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm

The cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball.

Sometimes you think everything is wrapped inside a diamond ring
Love just needs a witness and a little forgivness
And a halo of patience and a less sporadic pace and
I'm learning to be brave in my beautiful mistakes.

Oh I've felt that fire and I've been burned
But I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned
I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned.

Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel.
Fortune teller that says maybe you will go to hell.
But I'm not scared at all...hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm

Of the cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball.

Irony, irony, this hate and love, hate and love
What it does to me, what it's done to me.
What is done...done

Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel.
Broken mirrors and a black cat's cold stare,
Walk under ladders on my way to hell, I'll meet you there.

But I'm not scared at all, hmm...I'm not scared at all.

Bout the cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball.

If friends are the mirrors you can't see... I'm screwed.

I forgot to add Danielle told me Sunday night when Mr. Big and I were talking - she wasn't mad at me for talking to him, she was disappointed in me.
This hurt. It was a realization, but at the same time it didn't stop me.

Mr. Big Saga #99

Dear Cassie -

Here are the exact (cliff notes version) conversations from the past few weeks with Mr. Big and I... usually taking place on a Sunday/Monday and today proving the occasional Tuesday.

Since we've broke up the most we have gone without speaking to each other has been 12 days. This was just one time... usually it's once a week.

Four weeks ago:
Sunday - IM
We're talking and he tells me things aren't good with snaggle tooth. I ask if he's okay and he replies no. He's broken off the engagement. I do happy dance.

Three weeks ago:
Sunday - IM
We start talking (I initiate on FB). He tells me things are bad with snaggle tooth and hints at missing me.
End up talking about nothing for 2 hours.
Monday - Text
He texts me an early valentines day love forward. I reply with a question about whether or not he's went to the doctor yet. (The night before he told me how crappy he had been feeling and I was worried it was h1n1, his symptoms seemed like mine when I had it.) My concern turns into an inquisition lasting three hours full of flirty texts back and forth.
Two hours later right before I go to work, he says he's missed talking to me and that he loves our banter.

Two weeks ago:
Sunday - I text him after much deliberation and say Hi.
He replies and we talk for about an hour just about our week on text. Normal stuff.
Sunday night - he calls me four hours after our conversation. Sadly my phone was already on silent for the night. He leaves a sweet message that I end up listening to about ten times the following morning. I decipher that he is nervous to be calling. Just happy he called at all.
Monday - I text him around 11 (not too early so he doesn't think it's the first thing I did when I woke up - this took a lot of strength to restrain myself.) I FB stalk him and find out he's broken up with snaggle tooth completely.
Monday 1 pm -
He calls me. We talk for about 3 minutes and I tell him I need to call him back. In the very short period of time he admits that he misses me and we need to talk.
Monday 2 pm -
He calls me back, because I haven't called him back. Cute, right? We talk for 40 minutes. At first, dumbly enough about the laundry I'm folding. I think we flirt back and forth. In the last ten minutes he insinuates that when we were together it was the only good relationship either one of us have either had. I tease him about talking that way and tell him his fiance would mind, even though I know they are over. He says blatantly we're over. I wanted to tell you, but I didn't know how. I say my fake condolences and before I know it he says, "it's really okay, she was never good for me, she wasn't you." My heart stops. I don't reply and he makes up some lame excuse about a knock on his door and that he has to go, but we should definitely talk later.
Later didn't come for 6 days. I tried calling the day after and even left a cute message, but got nothing back. Feeling rejected and stupid for reading anything into it I sulked.

This past weekend:
Sunday:
Valentines Day.
I told myself all week if he doesn't say something first on Valentine's Day, I'm done.
Well technically he doesn't have a complete strike out, because I'm not sure who did what first...
Sunday afternoon 4ish... :
I text everyone in my phone book Happy Vday. At the exact same time he calls me. I'm not sure which came first - this is where the strike out comes in. I don't really know and honestly I would like to believe otherwise... I ask him what's up and he replies just wanted to call and say Happy Valentines Day. I say that's nice, trying to play it cool - really freaking out.
We continue talking for 30 minutes... almost making me late for my party! Over that time we fall back into talking about us. I ask him what he's doing for Vday and he replies nothing. He wants to know who the lucky guy is I'm spending the night with and won't believe me at first when I say no one. We talk briefly about my dating mishaps and after I say I've never had a good relationship - he takes it personally, as he should, and says he was the best thing that's ever happened to me. I don't agree, but laugh it off and  fall back into flirting back and forth. I said something like, "Oh you think were going down that road again" and he replied "Well, were only ever good together." Then I said, "I don't see you coming here anytime soon, so it's a mute point." He say's "you never know. It's where I wanna be, so I wanna make it happen. Wherever you are is home." I try to laugh it off, because I can't think of anything to say. In our usual fashion of running away whenever anything gets serious I tell him I have to go immediately, because I'm going to be late. He tells me to cancel on the girls and spend the night with him on the phone. I say no and tell him I have a life, jokingly.
We leave things unsettled.
Sunday 5pm:
I call him "accidently" while trying to call Danielle. This is a lie - I'm waiting in the parking lot for the girls, and want him to think he's the last thing on my mind and that I do indeed have a life without him. He makes fun of my phone skills and makes me promise to call him, immediately after I reach Danielle. I wait 5 minutes and call again. (Not meeting girls until 5:30... was way early accidently in freak dash from the house after talking to him the first time.)
He answered on the first ring and told me he had been staring at the phone. We started flirting immediately. He asked what I was wearing for my big night out and I told him. Later sent pictures he requested... I know something is wrong with me. He complimented my shoes and told me I was the only person in the world that could pull them off. (Cheap shot with me I know, he  knows how to work me.) When we talk it's like we talk like we have a future together. We talk in "we's" and "us" and refer to each other not as old friends, but for lack of a better word as lovers.
5:30 comes way too fast and I'm standing outside the restaurant trying to say goodbye to him, but neither one of us want to hang up so we keep adding one more thing - much to the dissatisfaction of my gorgeous girls. They look at me like you do when I mention Mr. Big. (Disgust, pitty, obsurd curiousity, etc.)
7 pm:
He texts and says I know your busy, but have you seen Lady Gaga's shoes in the bad romance video. I reply no and he sends me a picture. He wants me to get excited about them.
9 pm:
I finally reply back to him about the shoes. We end up talking about my avid fascination with shoes and his lack of fashion knowledge in general. It's playful and innocent.
This lasts until 11 pm.
He say's goodnight and that's he's loved spending the night talking to me. I say goodnight and he sends two more texts telling me to have fun with what's left of girls night and that he'll talk to me tomorrow.
Monday -
1 pm
Text him picture of my silver bedazzled converse. Simple "thought you would appreciate these" accompanying the photo.
He replied "lol".
I take his one word reply offensively. Don't reply.
Tuesday (today):
5:30 pm: out of work and fumbling with phone. Stare at the screen willing myself not to call. If he wanted to hear from me he would have called by now. I hate myself for looking at my phone. While looking at our texts from day before, accidently hit call. Listen to two rings after realizing what I've done and hang up. Shit.
He calls back literally seconds after. I act coy. I tell him there was a cop driving by and I had to hang up, in order to distract him from my ding dong ditching. He yells at me for using my phone while driving and I tell him it's none of his concern. After 6 minutes, he's not having any of it... we flirt until hanging up. He makes me promise to call when I'm home so he knows I'm safe. Mmmhmm...
6:30 pm:
He calls and wants to know if I'm alive since I've never called. I don't answer.
He texts the same thing.
I reply with sorry got busy.
He texts "meany :P " He's secretly two I swear with his vocab sometimes.
I reply "that's your best come back? sad day."
He calls again. Twice.
I reply "on the other line".
7:00 pm:
Call him back and he picks up immediately. "Finally! I missed you!" We fall into our pattern instantly. Talking like we've never missed a beat. Throughout the hour we barely let each other get a word in edge wise. Finishing each others sentences and talking over each other just to be heard. I tell him how much I hate men in general and he says not me of course. Somehow we get to talking about how people are just doomed in general to let each other down. He tells me he never wants to hurt me again. I say the same. Like the conversations before we both hint at wanting to say more, but neither of us really do. He say's again we could be good together, before saying goodnight.

This really all seemed to be happening for a lot longer than four weeks. I don't know, maybe it's my over analyzation of every little thing... I don't understand why I do the things I do with him. He's not the hottest guy I've ever dated. He's not the most responsible, reliable, etc. I cannot explain what it is with him, but it's like some weird obsession. I'm afraid to say it out loud, because then it makes everything real. Or in his case, some of the time, not real. I don't know... when I write everything down it makes it sound silly and not as intense as it felt at the time. I don't want to want this again. I know he's worth my trouble than good. I can't stop...

Old Habits Die Hard

Scott (State) of the Union
1. I am so screwed.
2. I'm not over him.
3. He's figuring it out.

Over the past three days we have talked probably a total of 4 or 5 hours. This is a problem. How can you get over someone that won't get out of your life?!

Today's Theme Song

Tik Tok, Ke$ha

Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy
(Hey, what up girl?)
Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city
(Lets go)
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
'Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back

I'm talking pedicure on our toes, toes
Trying on all our clothes, clothes
Boys blowing up our phones, phones
Drop-topping, playing our favorite CDs
Pulling up to the parties
Trying to get a little bit tipsy

Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'mma fight
'Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock on the clock
But the party don't stop, no

Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'mma fight
'Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the clock
But the party don't stop, no

Ain't got a care in world, but got plenty of beer
Ain't got no money in my pocket, but I'm already here
And now, the dudes are lining up cause they hear we got swagger
But we kick em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger

I'm talking about everybody getting crunk, crunk
Boys tryin' to touch my junk, junk
Gonna smack him if he getting too drunk, drunk

Now, now, we go until they kick us out, out
Or the police shut us down, down
Police shut us down, down
Po-po shut us

Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'mma fight
'Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock on the clock
But the party don't stop, no

Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'mma fight
'Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock on the clock
But the party don't stop, no

DJ, you build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
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With my hands up
You got me now
You got that sound
Yeah, you got me

DJ, you build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me

With my hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up

Now, the party don't start 'til I walk in

Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'mma fight
'Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock on the clock
But the party don't stop, no

Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'mma fight
'Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock on the clock
But the party don't stop, no

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