text: Yeah
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  Kesha
  I love the crazy things you do
  Cause tonights the night for me to play the fool
  And the mood is right cause youre so polite...
  Dont really know what to feel
  The feelings so wonderful
  You know that you like the music applied
  You feelin so comfortable...
  Remember tha Myspace, got me stuck lookin at you
  Whole lotta beautiful girls in tha club
  But you aint got nothing to prove...
  Like to get drunk, like to talk shit
  Look at that body, girl, you so fit
  Party party, yes, I admit
  Ima stay on it, if you insist
  Until tha fire marshal come and shut it down
  You know that you like it
  Girl, thats why you still around
  I love the crazy things you do
  Cause tonights the night for me to play the fool
  And the mood is right, plus youre so polite
  I really, really, really, really want you bad
  Your lips got a smile that aint ever sad
  You bad bad boy, I aint ever mad at you
  At you, boy
  Love in that Star-a, Hopin on Bar-As
  Lickin and drinkin hangovers tomorra
  Two Tylenols and I swallow tha water
  Late for work cause of my Shawty
  Yeah, thats how we Pawty, till six in tha mornin
  She screamin and yawnin
  Look at this time like it was so boring
  Like to get drunk, like to talk shit
  Look at that body, girl, you so fit
  Party party, yes, I admit
  Ima stay on it, if you insist
  Until tha fire marshal come and shut it down
  You know that you like it
  Girl, thats why you still around
  I love the crazy things you do
  Cause tonights the night for me to play the fool
  And the mood is right, plus youre so polite, yeah
  I really, really, really, really want you bad
  Your lips got a smile that aint ever sad
  You bad bad boy, I aint ever mad at you
  At you, at you, boy
  I Love the crazy things you do
  Do something oh so nautical
  Tonight, Im gonna play the fool
  So what? I wanna get with you
  I love the crazy things you do
  Cause tonights the night for me to play the fool
  And the mood is right, plus youre so polite, yeah
  I really, really, really, really want you bad
  Your lips got a smile that aint ever sad
  You bad bad boy, I aint ever mad at you
  At you, at you, boy