Lollapalooza música Festival 2009 - August 9, 2009 Performance

Verse 1:
Grammy's, Oscars
Emmys, Tonie's
Pretty perfect plastic phonies
Princesses and goofy dresses
After party's V.I.P. list!

There he is (oh my gosh!)
(There he is)
Should I know him?
(I know him)
Smile with those faces

Chours:
Kiss kiss
Hug hug
Don't say it think it
Bit your tongue
Kiss kiss
Hug hug
Makes me wanna just
Throw up!

Pointless conversations
Forget what your name is

Verse 2:
Frozen grins
Purple martini's
Ganesha girls
And micro mini's
Geeks with camera's
Stars with momma's
Gotta amor that freak mostrar drama
(oh my god is that Shequle O'Neil?!)

Get in drunk (get in drunk)
Good enough (good enough)
Loser schmoozer...

I wanna be your baby, your ángel all in black
Your little blue-eyed gypsy who's always got your back
Yodel-odel-oh, oh oh
Yodel-odel-oh, oh oh oh
I wanna be your favorito! and always por your side
I wanna talk forever with bebés down the line
Yodel-odel-oh, oh oh
Yodel-odel-oh, oh oh oh

But I got something to tell tu first, alright

I've never hurt nobody, never buried a body
Never killed no one, no, no
I ain't afraid to get a little crazy
Baby, when I'm in love
You say you've had your fun
And that you're done and I'm the one
Just know that if tu fuck around
Boy, I'll hunt tu down

I'm like a little kitty and...

It was a summer night,
The stars were all aligned,
You, you, you, tu showed up,
And blew my mind.

We didn't sleep at all,
Played records all night long,
That, that, that night,
I kind of fell in love.

Something in your kiss,
Made my body electric,
You set me free.
That night, brough to life,
For the magic that's inside,
Of tu and me.

Wherever tu are,
You are forever on my mind.
Wherever tu are,
Know that our amor will never die.

Wherever tu are,
Wherever tu are,
Love will never die,
Wherever tu are,
Wherever tu are.

Electric wire love,
The sun was coming up,
Red, red, red wine,
And whiskey on your tongue.

Tangled...

I hear your corazón beat to the beat of the drums
Oh what a shame that tu came here with someone
So while you're here in my arms
Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

We're gonna die young
We're gonna die young

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

[Beat break]

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

Young hearts, out our minds
Running 'til we outta time
Wild child's lookin' good
Living hard just like we should
Don't care whose watching when we tearing it up (You Know)
That magic that we got nobody can touch (For sure)

Looking for some trouble...

My first kiss went a little like this
-kiss-
And twist
-kiss kiss-
And twist

(Ke$ha)
Well my first kiss went a little like this
-kiss-
And twist
-kiss kiss-
And twist

I dicho no más teachers
And no más books
I got a kiss under the bleachers
Hoping that nobody looks
Lips like licorice
Tongue like candy
Excuse me miss but can I get tu out your panties?

In the back of the car
On the way to the bar
I got tu on my lips
(I got tu on my lips)
At the foot of the stairs
With my fingers in your hair
Baby this is it

(Chorus)
She won't ever get enough
Once she gets a little touch
If I had it my way
You know that I'd make her say...

RE-EXAMINING THE GUILTY PLEASURE, VIA KESHA...
AUGUST 19, 2011



Village Voice:


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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 más than everyone I've ever known
And everybody knows it (everybody knows it)

(Talk Talk Talk talk...

So I just finished up my set
And I walked over to the bar
You spilled your drink on my new heels (uh, moron)
Thats when are fate was sealed
You're such a clumsy creep (what are tu looking at?)
Grinning at me


You're freaking me out
You're freaking me out
What's this all about?
You're freaking me out


Oh God, if tu only knew
Must be somethin' wrong with me (I'm so embarrest)
You're the polar opposite
Of anything I find attractive
Thoughts of tu make me sick (so sick)
Yeah, I kinda like it


You're freaking me out
You're freaking me out
(You're freaking me out)
What's this all about?
(What is this all about?)
You're...