the Script

wake up in the morning felling like pdiddy
grab my glasses im out the door im gonna hit this city
before i leave brush my teeht with abottle of JAK
cause when i leave for the nigh I ain't comin' back

im talkin' pedecure on my toes(toes)
tryn' on all my clothes(clothes)
boys blown' up our phones(phones)
drop topping, playing our Favorit cds
going up to the parties
tryn' to get a bit TIPSY

Dont stop making pop dj blow my speakers up tonight
ima fight til we see the sun light tick tock on the clock but the party dont stop -no
oh woah wo oh oh woah wo oh (xs2)

dont got a care in the world but got plenty of...

"Take Me To Church"

My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner

If the heavens ever did speak
She's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting Mehr bleak
A fresh poison each week

"We were born sick," Du heard them say it

My church offers no absolutes
She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom."
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you

I was born sick
But I Liebe it
Command me to be well
Aaay. Amen. Amen. Amen.

[Chorus 2x:]
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell Du my sins and Du can...

"Make It In America"

Got a one way ticket down a 2 way street
Got the wind in my hair and there’s dust on my feet
I’m just trying to make it in America

Only thing to my name is an old t-shirt
Faded 1985 from a Stones’ concert
And I’m dying to make it in America

And I’m Singen the words to my Favorit song
With the rag oben, nach oben down and my glasses on
And I’m driving straight through America

I wanna taste the sun
Cause baby I’m born to run
I got a feeling that I’m not the only one

I, I wanna Zeigen some skin
Yeah baby I need the ocean
And Du can’t stop me now I’ve got my herz in motion
I want...