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Fight Paris
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Fuck Me Stilettos
Damn right that slut's my bitch She fuckin' sucked my goddamn dick
First time is never enough And second time you're 'bout to bust And third time and you're beggin' for more And more and more And
Everybody now take your places And all the ladies with the pretty faces I'll be waiting for you backstage To give you what you need
We got all that you're wantin' We got all that you're needin' We got all that you desire
I'm feelin' fine and lookin' twice as good The things we're doin', man I know you wish you could The only thing that matters, my friend is We'll be here in the end
You can't explain it And you'll never contain it 'Cause what we are Is something that you'll never ever be
There's no need to run and hide When everything that you need's inside So come along and join the ride FP's in the place tonight
Grip it, rip it, rock it, roll it, and trip it Everybody watchin' knows that we're bitchin' Eyes wide and the drawers are droppin' For what we've got
Line 'em up and we'll knock 'em down And tonight we're getting kicked outta this town And all we're leaving behind Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Is a pile of broken hearts and tears
We got, everything that you're wantin' We got, everything that you're needin' We got, everything that you desire
Once onstage they start to scream our name Once onstage they start to go insane Offstage I'll take one back and fuck Oh, what's her name?
You can't explain it And you'll never contain it 'Cause what we are Is something that you'll never ever be
There's no need to run and hide When everything that you need's inside So come along and join the ride FP's in the place tonight
Listen up and listen good 'Cause I'll only say this once Forget everything that you've seen And heard and just keep your eyes on us
No disrespect intended And I hate to boast and brag But it's hard to keep my mouth shut When I know that this shit's in the bag
And we've come too far and we've worked too hard To just roll over and play dead And at the end of the day there's only one things That's still in my head
Rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll Sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll And if you've got a problem with that You should just hit the fuckin' door
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