Текст песни:

Backstabber (repeat 3x)

Bored, stoned, sitting in your basement
All alone, cause your little conversations
got around, now look at what we all found out
(look at what we, look at what we all found out)

You have got a set of loose lips, twisting stories
All because you′re jealous
Now I know exactly what you′re all about,
And this is what you′re all about..

Girl, your such a backstabber,
Oh girl, you′re such a shit talker
And everybody knows it (everybody knows it)

Girl, your such a backstabber,
Run your mouth more than everyone I′ve ever known
And everybody knows it (everybody knows it)

(Talk Talk Talk talk talk talk)
I′m sick and tired of hearing all about my life,
from other bitches with all of your lies,
wrapped up so tight, so maybe you should shut your mouth shut your mouth
Shut your fucking mouth

Honestly, I think its kinda funny that you waste
your breath talking about me,
Got me feeling kinda special really (so this is what your all about)


Girl, your such a backstabber,
Oh girl, you′re such a shit talker
And everybody knows it (everybody knows it)

Girl, your such a backstabber,
Run your mouth more than everyone I′ve ever known
And everybody knows it (everybody knows it)

Katie′s just there repping my style,
Damn, Jeanie why you gotta tell the secrets about my sex life?
All I ever did was drive your broke ass around,
Pick you up, take you out,
when your car broke down

Backstabber (3x)

Girl, your such a backstabber,
Oh girl, your such a shit talker,
Everybody knows it (everybody knows it)

Girl, your such a backstabber,
(taking and twisting it down your so manipulating .oh.)
Run your mouth more than everyone I′ve ever known
And everybody knows it (everybody knows it)

talk.talk.talk. Backstabber(3x)
(taking and twisting it down your so manipulating .oh.)
Girl Talk talk
your looking like a lunatic
Everybody knows it (everybody knows it)

Everybody knows yeah...
your looking like a lunatic
and everybody knows yeah..

everybody knows
Backstabber(3x)

@ Kesha

Текст песни:

(feat. 3OH!3)

Coming out your mouth with your blah blah blah
Just zip your lips like a padlock
And meet me at the back with the jack and the jukebox
I dont really care where you live at
Just turn around boy and let me hit that
Don′t be a little bitch with your chit chat
Just show me where your dick′s at

Music′s up
Listen hot stuff
I′m in love
With this song
So just hush
Baby shut up
Heard enough

Stop ta-ta-talking that
Blah blah blah
Think you′ll be getting this
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Car-ar-ar
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah

Boy come on get your rocks off
Come put a little love in my glove box
I wanna dance with no pants on
Meet me in the back with the jack and the jukebox
So cut to the chase kid
′Cause I know you don′t care what my middle name is
I wanna be naked
But your wasted

Music′s up
Listen hot stuff
I′m in love
With this song
So just hush
Baby shut up
Heard enough

Stop ta-ta-talking that
Blah blah blah
Think you′ll be getting this
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Car-ar-ar
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah

Your always talking that shit
But never laying the bitch
Yeah
I don′t care who you are
In this bar
It only matters who I is

Stop ta-ta-talking that Blah blah blah
Think you′ll be getting this
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Car-ar-ar
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah

@ Kesha

Текст песни:

I was looking lost, it was cold outside
The whiskey rocks how you caught my eye
My red lips painted, just got them black
I needed something to bring me back
You knew the play and we danced all night
But something wasn′t right

So I′ll see you next Tuesday
If I ever get desperate
Or I′m so beyond faded
Just said I′ll see you next Tuesday
Kinda nice how this morning I would sit around waiting
And I′m not just being cold I′m just watching you pretend
Like your heart is on your sleeve when I know you have a girlfriend
I′ll see you next Tuesday
Oh oh, oh oh, oh

You won′t call and you won′t admit
The lies you spin for your power trip
And I just can′t take you seriously
When all you send is a text to me
So I′ll be gone when the morning comes
Let′s not pretend it′s love

So I′ll see you next Tuesday
If I ever get desperate
Or I′m so beyond faded
Just said I′ll see you next Tuesday
Kinda nice how this morning I would sit around waiting
And I′m not just being cold I′m just watching you pretend
Like your heart is on your sleeve when I know you have a girlfriend
I′ll see you next Tuesday
Oh oh, oh oh, oh

I don′t want anything from this
I got your number, don′t call me I′ll call you if I need a hit
Ohhh

So I′ll see you next Tuesday
(I′ll see you next Tuesday)

So I′ll see you next Tuesday
If I ever get desperate
Or I′m so beyond faded
Just said I′ll see you next Tuesday
Kinda nice how this morning I would sit around waiting
And I′m not just being cold I′m just watching you pretend
Like your heart is on your sleeve when I know you have a girlfriend
(Know you have a girlfriend, Yeah I know you have a girlfriend)
So I′ll see you next Tuesday
Oh oh, oh oh, oh

Tuesday...
Oh oh, oh oh
Tuesday...
I′ll see you next Tuesday
Oh oh, oh oh
Tuesday...
I′ll see you next Tuesday...

@ Kesha

Текст песни:

Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy
(Hey, what up girl?)
Put my glasses on, 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, Imma fight
Till we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the clock
But the party don′t stop
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh (x2)

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 trying to touch my junk, junk
Gonna smack him if he getting too drunk, drunk
Now, now - we goin till 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, Imma fight
Till we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the clock
But the party don′t stop
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh (x2)

DJ, you build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
You got me now
You got that sound
Yea, 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
No, the party don′t start until I walk in

Don′t stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Imma fight
Till we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the clock
But the party don′t stop
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh (x2)

@ Kesha

Текст песни:

(Boots,Boys)
I think it′s time that I mention
I′ve got myself an obsession
for the smell,for the touch
I know I got myself a habit
but I′ve got to have it now
I dont care,work it out
(let me break it down)

I try it on,I take it off
So what you got?
Something about

Chorus:
Boots and Boys (boots and boys)
They bring me so much joy (bring me joy)
I gotta say it I wear em both so pretty as I walk in the city
Watch out! Boots and Boys
(give me boots and boys)

Im keeping quite the colletion
Take nothing less than perfection
Cowboy boots,Cowboy boys
Mmhmm oh the joy

My men drop beats like a bomb
Excuse me,now huh?
Wind me up,spin me ′round
Oh look at what I′ve found

Repeat Chorus

Crazy for you,crazy for you (give me boots and boys)
Im crazy for you,crazy for you (give me boots and boys)
Im crazy for you,crazy for you (give me boots and boys)
(Oh!)
Hey--Watcha lookin at?
Hey--Something you cant have
Yeah--They′ve got me lookin rad
if/and you′re not



Repeat Chorus (2x)

Crazy for you,Crazy for you (give me boots and boys)
Im crazy for you,crazy for you (give me boots and boys)
Im crazy for you,crazy for you (give me boots and boys)

Ah-Ah (repeat)
Boots,Boys (Oh--)

@ Kesha

Текст песни:

My, my
My butterscotch, butterscotch
My butterscotch, butterscotch

Pop rocks, lemon drops, rollin′ in my Tee
tops sugar rush, touch the stars

Dry eyes, de-light, dancin′ by the light, bright
Watch us how we break some hearts

So grab your gamma rays
Come to my masquerade
Its like a man parade
And now, 1 2 3, oh

[Chorus]
Boys all want my butterscotch
Lickin′ their lips ′cause its top notch
No other bitch got what I got
My butterscotch, butterscotch
Boys from Memphis to Bangkok
Try to get keys to my candy shop
Linin′ up ′round the block
My butterscotch, butterscotch

Chase it
Watch me how I make it
Don′t you wanna taste it
Taste it
My butterscotch, butterscotch
Wasted
Watch me how I shake it
Don′t you wanna taste it
Taste it
My butterscotch, butterscotch

My butterscotch, butterscotch

Tasers, lasers, alien invaders
Tell me that I′m out of this world
Casbah, so hot, burnin′ down the -
No money can shut up this girl

So grab your gamma rays
Get with the masquerade
Bring on the man parade
And now, 1 2 3, oh

[Chorus]
Boys all want my butterscotch
Lickin′ their lips ′cause its top notch
No other bitch got what I got
My butterscotch, butterscotch
Boys from Memphis to Bangkok
Try to get keys to my candy shop
Linin′ up ′round the block
My butterscotch, butterscotch

Chase it
Watch me how I make it
Don′t you wanna taste it
Taste it
My butterscotch, butterscotch
Wasted
Watch me how I shake it
Don′t you wanna taste it
Taste it
My butterscotch, butterscotch

Boy, you′re game is pre-historic
Scripted like you′re Katie Couric
Girl Mcormick, you′re a tourist
Got me bored, so heres a chorus

Chase it, chase it
Taste it, taste it, taste it

[Chorus]
Oh, boys all want my butterscotch
Lickin′ their lips ′cause its top notch
Its top notch, its top notch
Their lickin′ their lips ′cause its top notch

Boys all want my butterscotch
Lickin′ their lips ′cause its top notch
No other bitch got what I got
My butterscotch, butterscotch
Boys from Memphis to Bangkok
Try to get keys to my candy shop
Linin′ up ′round the block
My butterscotch, butterscotch

Chase it
Watch me how I make it
Don′t you wanna taste it
Taste it
My butterscotch, butterscotch
Wasted
Watch me how I shake it
Don′t you wanna taste it
Taste it
My butterscotch, butterscotch

My butterscotch, butterscotch
My butterscotch, butterscotch

@ Kesha

Текст песни:

I was looking lost
It was cold outside
The whiskey rocks
How you caught my eye
My red lips painted
Just got them black
I needed something
To bring me back
You knew the play
And we danced all night
But something wasn′t right

So I′ll see you next Tuesday
If I ever get desperate
Or I′m so beyond faded
I′ll see you next Tuesday
Kinda nice out this morning
I won′t sit around waiting
And I′m not just being cold
I′m just watching you pretend
Like your heart is on your sleeve
When I know you have a girlfriend
Oh, I′ll see you next Tuesday
Oh oh, oh oh, oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh

You don′t call and you won′t admit (won′t admit)
The lies you spin for your power trip
And I just can′t take you seriously
When all you send is a text to me
So I′ll be gone when the morning comes
Let′s not pretend it′s love

So I′ll see you next Tuesday
If I ever get desperate
Or I′m so beyond faded
I′ll see you next Tuesday
Kinda nice out this morning
I won′t sit around waiting
And I′m not just being cold
I′m just watching you pretend
Like your heart is on your sleeve
When I know you have a girlfriend
I know you have a girlfriend
I′ll see you next Tuesday
Oh oh, oh oh, oh

I don′t want anything from this
I got your number, don′t call me
I′ll call you if I need a hit
I don′t need no drama from this
I know you got your girl
And I don′t need to do it on my ship
So I′ll see you next Tuesday
I′ll see you next Tuesday

So I′ll see you next Tuesday
If I ever get desperate
Or I′m so beyond faded
I′ll see you next Tuesday
Kinda nice out this morning
I won′t sit around waiting
And I′m not just being cold
I′m just watching you pretend
Like your heart is on your sleeve
When I know you have a girlfriend
I know you have a girlfriend
So I′ll see you next Tuesday
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh

@ Kesha

Текст песни:

Saw you leaning against that record machine
Saw the name of your band written on the marquee
It′s a full moon tonight so we getting rowdy
Yeah we getting rowdy, g-g-getting rowdy

Feeling like I′m a high schooler
Sipping on a warm wine cooler
Hot ′cause the party don′t stop
I′m in a crop top
Like I′m working at Hooters
We been keeping it PG
But I wanna get a little frisky
Come gimme some of that yum like a lollipop
Let me set you free

Come on ′cause I know what I like
And you′re looking just like my type
Let′s go for it just for tonight
C′mon, c′mon c′mon c′mon
Now don′t even try to deny
We′re both going home satisfied
Let′s go for it just for tonight
C′mon, c′mon c′mon c′mon

Write our names on the wall in the back of the bar
Steal some bubblegum from the corner meximart
Yeah we laughing like kids causing trouble in the dark
Causing trouble in the dark, t-t-trouble in the dark

Feeling like a saber-toothed tiger
Sipping on a warm budweiser
Touch me and give me that rush
Better pack a toothbrush
Gonna pull an allnighter
We been keeping it kosher
But I wanna get it on for sure
Come gimme some of that yum like a lollipop
Baby don′t be scared

Come on ′cause I know what I like
And you′re looking just like my type
Let′s go for it just for tonight
C′mon, c′mon c′mon c′mon
Now don′t even try to deny
We′re both going home satisfied
Let′s go for it just for tonight
C′mon, c′mon c′mon c′mon

I don′t wanna go to sleep
I wanna stay up all night
I wanna just screw around
I don′t wanna think about
What′s gonna be after this
I wanna just live right now
I don′t wanna go to sleep
I wanna stay up all night
I wanna just screw around
I don′t wanna think about
What′s gonna be after this
I wanna just live right now

Come on ′cause I know what I like
And you′re looking just like my type
Let′s go for it just for tonight
C′mon, c′mon c′mon c′mon
Now don′t even try to deny
We′re both going home satisfied
Let′s go for it just for tonight
C′mon, c′mon c′mon c′mon

@ Kesha

Текст песни:

Rawr!

I have a heart, I swear I do
But just not, baby, when it comes to you
I get so hungry
When you say you love me
Hush, if you know what′s good for you

I think you′re hot, I think you′re cool
You′re the kind of guy I′d stalk in school
But now that I′m famous
You′re up my anus
Now I′m gonna eat you, fool

[Pre-Chorus:]
I eat boys up
Breakfast and lunch
Then when I′m thirsty
I drink their blood
Carnivore, animal
I am a cannibal
I eat boys up
You better run

[Chorus:]
I am cannibal
I am cannibal
I′ll eat you up
I am cannibal
I am cannibal
I′ll eat you up

Whenever you tell me I′m pretty
That′s when the hunger really hits me
Your little heart goes pitter patter
I want your liver on a platter

Use your finger to stir my tea
And for dessert I′ll suck your teeth
Be too sweet, and you′ll be a goner
Yep, I′ll pull a Jeffrey Dahmer

[Pre-Chorus]

[Chorus]

Oh ooh whoa oh
Oh ooh whoa oh
Oh ooh whoa oh
Oh ooh whoa oh
Oh ooh whoa oh
Oh ooh whoa oh
Oh ooh whoa oh
Oh ooh whoa oh

[Chorus]

I love you
I warned you
Rawr!

@ Kesha