Les paroles de la chanson
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Cher Lloyd

Boy, I know that you want some of this
But I’m out with my girls and you can’t touch lightning
So we dance, so we dance like you’re just not there
Oh, we’ve only been here ’bout a minute
But you already sound like a dick, stop tryin’
So we dance, so we dance like you’re just not there

What’s wrong with you?
No, the problem is not my attitude
But you’re just not my type
And the, the next time I won’t be stupid

Like ’cause
Hey, this could be great, this could be crazy
This could be the mother fucking party of the year
Trying too hard, trying to be hot
Trying to keep talking to us but we don’t care
Keep it all in your pants boy
Keep it all in your pants boy

So you can tell everyone’s playing cupid
But it ain’t gonna work ’cause you’re just so foolish
Back it up, back it up, hello goodbye
Get a hold of yourself before I lose it
Boy keep laughing but I just might do it
Back it up, back it up, you’re killin’ vibes

What’s wrong with you?
No, the problem is not my attitude
But you’re just not my type
And the the next time I won’t be stupid

Like ’cause
Hey, this could be great, this could be crazy
This could be the mother fucking party of the year
Trying too hard, trying to be hot
Trying to keep talking to us but we don’t care
Keep it all in your pants boy
Keep it all in your pants boy

Uh huh, yeah, let’s go!

Hey boy, this should be the part
This should be the part where you eat your words like
Hey boy, this should be the part
This should be the part where I kick ya to the curb like
Hey boy, this should be the part
This should be the part where you eat your words like
Hey boy, this should be the part where you realize

Thanks, but no thanks!

Hey, this could be great, this could be crazy
This could be the mother fucking party of the year
Trying too hard, trying to be hot
Trying to keep talking to us but we don’t care
Keep it all in your pants boy
Keep it all in your pants boy
Hey, this could be great, this could be crazy
This could be the mother fucking party of the year
Trying too hard, trying to be hot
Trying to keep talking to us but we don’t care
Keep it all in your pants boy
Keep it all in your pants boy
Keep it all in your pants boy
You ain’t got a chance boy