Songtext von Shooting Star

(One, two, three, bitch) When I'm drunk at the club, I wanna be felt up When I'm fresh out of luck, I say: Give me the hard stuff If I hate what I hear, I'll just tell you to shut up And it's just who I am and they can't get enough, oh Ah-ah-ah-ah, oh Ah-ah-ah-ah, oh Wanna be bored, babe? Check on the door, babe She's walkin' in and looks like every other chick And I think she's the one, oh Here's what I do When he's showin' his cards I get on the fence And settle him down And set 'em apart I fill in the gaps And I give it an arc When I tie it all up, and dropkick you like it's a shot in the dark Girl, that's not a shooting star I'm sorry, my bad, I thought that it was Girl, girl, that's no, not a shooting star I know that you're right, but what if you're not? 'Cause he's perfect He treats me like shit, but I promise you, baby, it's worth it 'Cause it hurts me and I'd rather be here when I'm drunk at the club on a Thursday So excuse me, I know what I'm doing, I'm sane when I'm not (sane when I'm not) For however long (power it on) I'm never it all, oh Ah-ah-ah-ah, oh (oh) Ah-ah-ah-ah, oh (oh) Wanna be bored, babe? (Huh) Check on the door, babe (huh) She's walkin' in and looks like every other chick And I think she's the one (I think she's the one) Here's what I do (here's what I do) When he's showin' his cards (when he's showin' his cards) I get on the fence, and settle him down And set 'em apart (set 'em apart) I fill in the gap (fill in the gaps) And I give it an arc (and I give it an arc) I tie it all up, and dropkick you like it's a shot in the dark Girl, that's not a shooting star (no, no) I'm sorry, my bad, I thought that it was Girl, girl, that's no, not a shooting star I know that you're right, but what if you're not? 'Cause he's perfect (ah) He treats me like shit, but I promise you, baby, it's worth it 'Cause it hurts me and I'd rather be here when I'm drunk at the club on a Thursday It consumes me, and I'm totally loving the music (ah-ah) And I like it the best when I'm losing, baby (ah-ah, ah, no) When I'm drunk at the club, I wanna be felt up When I'm fresh out of luck, I say: Give me the hard stuff If I hate what I hear, I'll just tell you to shut up And it's just who I am and they can't get enough, oh (oh) (Ah-ah, oh, ah-ah-ah, oh, ah-ah, oh) it's just who I am and they can't get enough, oh (Ah-ah, oh, ah-ah-ah, oh, ah-ah, oh) it's just who I am and they can't get enough, oh