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