Your Source To Everything

by Miley Cyrus

Lyrics:

I hoped off the plane at LAX with a dreamer card again
Welcome to the land of fame and sex, am I gonna fit in?
Jumped in a cab, here I am for the first time
Looked to my right and I see the Hollywood sign
This is all so crazy, everybody seems so famous
My tummy’s turnin’ and I’m feeling kind of homesick
Too much pressure and I’m nervous
That’s when the taxi man turned on the radio
And the Jay-Z song was on
And the Jay-Z song was on
And the Jay-Z song was on
So I put my hands up, they’re playing my song
The butterflies fly away
Nodding my head like, yeah
Moving my hips like, yeah
Got my hands up, they’re playing my song
They know I’m gonna to be okay
Yeah, it’s a party in the USA
Yeah, it’s a party in the USA
Get to the club in my taxi cab, everybody’s lookin’ at me now
Like ‘Who’s that chick that’s rockin’ kicks, she’s gotta be from outta town’
So hard with my girls not around me
It’s definitely not a Nashville party, ’cause all I see are stilettos
I guess I never got the memo
My tummy’s turning and I’m feelin’ kind of homesick
Too much pressure and I’m nervous
That’s when the DJ dropped my favorite tune
And the Britney song was on
And the Britney song was on
And the Britney song was on
So I put my hands up, they’re playing my song
The butterflies fly away
I’m noddin’ my head like, yeah
Movin’ my hips like, yeah
Got my hands up, they’re playing my song
They know I’m gonna to be okay
Yeah, it’s a party in the USA
Yeah, it’s a party in the USA
Feel like hoppin’ on a flight (on a flight)
Back to my home town tonight (town tonight)
But something stops me everytime (everytime)
The DJ plays my song and I feel alright
So I put my hands up, they’re playin’ my song
The butterflies fly away
I’m noddin’ my head like, yeah
Movin’ my hips like, yeah
Got my hands up, they’re playin’ my song
They know I’m gonna be okay
Yeah, it’s a party in the USA
Yeah, it’s a party in the USA
So I put my hands up, they’re playin’ my song
The butterflies fly away
I’m noddin’ my head like, yeah
Movin’ my hips like, yeah
Got my hands up, they’re playin’ my song
They know I’m gonna be okay
Yeah, it’s a party in the USA
Yeah, it’s a party ïn the USA

Popularity: 2% [?]

by Shakira

Lyrics:

Get out my head and into the bed girl…
Cause you done know, plottin’ out the fantasy..
Hey baby girl and it’s you a the key…yo…me go so then
[Chorus:]
From you look inna me eye gal I see she you want me
When you gonna give it up to me
Because you body enticing, you makin’ me want it
When you gonna give it up to me
Well if a no today girl then a must be tomorrow
When you fulfill my fantasy
Because you know I give you lovin’ straight like an arrow
When you gonna give it up to me
[Verse 1:]
So back it up deh..So pack it up yeah
Cause I wanna be the man that’s really gonna have it up and mack it up and
Slap it up yeah…So what is up yeah…You know you got the sinting inna me pants a develop and a swell up and
Double up yeah…So gimmie the work yeah cause if you no gimme the work the blue balls a erupt yeah..
So rev it up deh gal gwaan try you luck deh cause when you stir it up you know me haffi measure up yeah.
[Chorus:]
[Verse 2:]
Hey pretty girl…Say me love fi see you walk…
You no habla ingles but just listen me when me a talk
This ya one yeah from me heart, woman you got me caught
You ever inna me thoughts and no left me inna the dark, inna the…
First place gal that’s where you belong, so just let me flip the switch woman I can turn it on and…
Gimme the passion from dusk till dawn…Tell me if you want it fi gwaan…my girl..
[Chorus:]
[Verse 3:]
So why can’t you see….we ought to be….together girl don’t front on me
I just wanna be near so don’t have no fear and lemme see you bring your body right over here
Because you should share it…girl I’ll care it…..And I’m gonna give you love so clear
It gonna make you shine and once you are mine…we be rockin’ it until the end of time
[Chorus]
[Verse 1 (repeat)]
[Chorus]

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by Lady Gaga

Lyrics:

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga Ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga Ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
I want your ugly
I want your disease
I want your everything
As long as it’s free
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
I want your drama
The touch of your hand
I want you leathe-studded kiss in the sand
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want it bad
Your bad romance
I want your loving
And I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!)
I want your loving
All your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga Ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
I want your horror
I want your design
‘Cause you’re a criminal
As long as your mine
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love, uhh
I want your psycho
Your vertigo stick
Want you in my room
When your baby is sick
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
(‘Cause I’m a freak bitch, baby!)
I want it bad
Your bad romance
I want your loving
And I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!)
I want your loving
All your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga Ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
Work-work fashion baby
Work it
move that bitch crazy
Work-work fashion baby
Work it
move that bitch crazy
Work-work fashion baby
Work it
move that bitch crazy
Work-work fashion baby
Work it
I’m a freak bitch baby
I want your love
And I want your revenge
I want your love
I don’t wanna be friends
J’veux ton amour
Et je veux ton revenge
J’veux ton amour
I don’t wanna be friends
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
(I don’t wanna be friends)
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
(I don’t wanna be friends)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
(Want your bad romance)
Caught in a bad romance
(Want your bad romance)
I want your loving
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!)
I want your loving
All your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
(Want your bad romance)
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
(Want your bad romance)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
(Want your bad romance)
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga Ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

Popularity: 2% [?]

by Oren Lavie

Lyrics:

Sun been down for days
A pretty flower in a vase
A slipper by the fireplace
A cello lying in its case
Soon she’s down the stairs
Her morning elegance she wears
The sound of water makes her dream
Awoken by a cloud of steam
She pours a daydream in a cup
A spoon of sugar sweetens up
And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes…
Nobody knows
Sun been down for days
A winter melody she plays
The thunder makes her contemplate
She hears a noise behind the gate
Perhaps a letter with a dove
Perhaps a stranger she could love
And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes…
Nobody knows
And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
Where people are pleasently strange
And counting the change
And She goes…
Nobody knows

Popularity: 1% [?]

by Ke$ha

Lyrics:

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 (Let’s 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-toping, playing our favorite cds
Pulling up to the parties
Trying to get a little bit tipsy

[CHORUS]
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
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh
[Chorus]
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
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’ til 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
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh

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