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Can’t Get It Up If the Girl’s Breathing? (Feat. Terrance Zdunich) – Paris Hilton

Lirik lagu: Can’t Get It Up If the Girl’s Breathing? (Feat. Terrance Zdunich)

[Amber:]
Whats the matter, graverobber?
Cant get it up if the girls breathing?!

[Loop:]
Cant get it up cant get it up cant get it up

[Amber:]
Z me! give me a hit. now hurry!
I’m late, I’m late, so hurry!
Dont keep my sergens waiting–!

[Graverobber:]
Bitch, pay me.

[Amber:]
Later?

[Graverobber:]
Okay. I’ll see you later.

[Amber:]
Where ya going?! stay here!
Theres ways for me to pay, dear,
Other than dough

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Bravi! (Feat. Ogre, Bill Moseley, Paul Sorvino, Sarah Brightman) – Paris Hilton

Lirik lagu: Bravi! (Feat. Ogre, Bill Moseley, Paul Sorvino, Sarah Brightman)

[Pavi:]
Ladies, gentlemen!
Signore, signori!

[Luigi:]
Dont you dare touch your tv!

[Rotti:]
Tonights genetic opera
Is the place to be!

[Amber:]
Geneco!
Geneco!

[Luigi:]
From the transplants!

[Pavi:]
To the genterns!

[Rotti:]
Bellissimo!

[Amber:]
Lopera mi amore–!

[Rotti:]
The genetic opera is this evening!

[Luigi and Pavi:]
Youll-a laugh!

[Amber:]
Ha!

[Luigi and Pavi:]
Youll-a cry!

[Amber:]
Ho!

[Luigi and Pavi:]
Youll-a…!

[Rotti:]
Sing!

[All:]
Bravi, bravi, bravissime!
The genetic opera is good!

[Luigi:]
Its-a good!

[All:]
Bravi, bravi, bravissime!
The genetic opera is good

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Crave – Paris Hilton

I’m little mrs. missing you
Day and night its all I do
Dreaming about empty bed with only sheets
Sleeping with the phone pressed against my cheek
I’m little mrs. missing you
All the colors fading into blue
Withdraws from your touches overwelming me
I want you to come home
A special delivery

(know what you want know what you what know what you want)
I crave you
(know what you want know what you what know what you want)
I crave you tonight
(know what you want know what you what know what you want)
I crave you tonight
(know what you want know what you what know what you want)
I crave you

How could I live?
Where would I go?
Who could I be?
Without you
How could I cope?
Who would I see?
What would I know?
Without you
Who could I trust?
How would I sleep?
What would I do?
Without you
How could I speak?
How would I deal?
Come home to me
I crave you

(know what you want know what you what know what you want)
I crave you
(know what you want know what you what know what you want)
I crave you tonight
(know what you want know what you what know what you want)
I crave you tonight
(know what you want know what you what know what you want)
I crave you

I’m little mrs. missing you
I want you no one else will do
I carve you more than lollipops and chocolate
I miss your face I’m getting desperate
I’m little mrs. missing you
My eyes have never been so blue
I want you to come home your the missing link
Our hearts are gunna beat in perfect sync

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(know what you want know what you what know what you want)
I crave you
(know what you want know what you what know what you want)
I crave you tonight
(know what you want know what you what know what you want)
I crave you tonight
(know what you want know what you what know what you want)
I crave you
(know what you want know what you what know what you want)
I crave you
(know what you want know what you what know what you want)
I crave you tonight
(know what you want know what you what know what you want)
I crave you tonight
(know what you want know what you what know what you want)
I crave you

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Drunk Text – Paris Hilton

I went out to the club the other night
To, you know, dance with my bitches
That guy was there again
He’s like
I’m sorry for what I said last weekend
I told him I didn’t mind, which was a lie
But I was equally sorry
And I didn’t want to apologize
It was just a drunk text
In my head I was writing a fiction of us
Behind my eyes, I was begging for
Things my lips could never ask
And my mouth kept pouring
Desperate clauses of random intent
He asked me if he could text me later
After the club
He hands me another shot of vodka
And I say, sure

I’m on the dance floor when I get a text from Adam
I’m too lazy to type, so I send him a photo I took up a dancer’s skirt
And tell him to come and get it
Not realizing what I had just said
Later on, she comes up to me
Holds up her phone screaming at me and I say
I’m sorry, it was just a drunk text

I should’ve known they knew each other
No one is safe in the twitter sphere anymore
You take the word sex, and mix it with texting
It’s called sexting
When you add drunk sexting
The words just don’t make sense

It’s a hot mess of misspelled obscenities,
Body parts, run on questions
I’m not sure what it means to ask

I get a text from my best friend
She’s upstairs getting bottle service
She’s like
This guy wants you to wet your lips with this bottle
He wants me to bring more girls up
Like he’s some kind of pimp
Are you fucking kidding me?
It’s just another moment
When one stupid reply can lead to the walk of shame
And I’ll be damned if I end up in some lame diner after this
With last night’s lingerie in my purse
It’s just a drunk text
It’s just a drunk text
This is the last time I ever drink and text
It’s jut a drunk text
It’s just a drunk text

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