Artist: Fight Paris
Song: Fuck Me Stilettos

Damn right that slut's my bitch
She fuckin' sucked my goddamn dick
First time is never enough and
Second time you're bout to busy and
Third time and you're beggin' for more and more and more and...

Everybody now take your places
And all the ladies with the pretty faces
I'll be waiting for you backstage to give you what you need

We got, all that you're wantin'
We got, all that you're needin'
We got, all that you desire

I'm feeling fine and lookin' twice as good
The things were doin, man
I know you wish you could
The only thing that matters my friend is
We'll be here in the end

You can't explain it and you'll never contain it
Cause what we are is something that
You'll never ever be

There's no need to run and hide
When everything that you need's inside
Come alone and join the ride
FP's in the place tonight

Grip it, rip it, rock it, roll it and trip it
Everybody watchin' knows that we're bitchin'
Eyes wide and the drawers are
Droppin' for what we've got

Line em' up and well knock em' down.
After tonight we're gettin' kicked outta this town
And all we're leaving behind
Is a pile of broken hearts and tears

We got, everything that you're wantin'
We got, everything that you're needin'
We got, everything that you desire

Once onstage they start to scream my name
Once onstage they start to go insane
Offstage I'll take one back and fuck oh
What's her name?

You can't explain it and you'll never contain it
Cause what we are is something that
You'll never ever be
There's no need to run and hide
When everything that you need's inside
Come along and join the ride
FP's in the place tonight

Listen up and listen good
Cause I'll only say this once
Forget everything that you've seen and heard
And just keep your eyes on us

No disrespect intended
And I hate to boast and brag
But it's hard to keep my mouth shut
When I know that this shit's in the bag

And we've come too far
And we've worked too hard
Just to roll over and play dead
Cause at the end of the day
There's only one thing that's
Still in my head:

Rock n' roll, rock n' roll, sex, drugs, and rock n' roll
And if you gotta problem with that you should just hit the fuckin' door

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