I got your picture
I'm coming with you
Dear Maria, count me in
There's a story at the bottom of this bottle
And I'm the pen
If you wanna see a kid in a speedo, does that make you a pedophile? Yea, I thought so, too.
When the lights go off
I wanna watch the way you
Take the stage by storm
The way you wrap those boys around your finger
Go on and play the leader
'Cause you know it's what you're good at
The low road for the fast track
Make every second last
Wanna know what's funny?
A slinky going do the stairs.
Wanna know what's funnier?
Seeing somebody trip down the stairs.
'Cause I got your picture
I'm coming with you
Dear Maria, count me in
There's a story at the bottom of this bottle
And I'm the pen
Make it count when I'm the one
Who's selling you out
'Cause it feels like stealing hearts
Calling your name from the crowd
You knock down a table full of cans, and suddenly you're banned for life! How whacked is that?
Then in the field you'll be the show girl of the home team
I'll be the narrator
Telling another tale of the American dream
"You're not cool enough to say da bomb." -Me
"IT'S GONNA EXPLODE!" -A guy sitting with a bar in between his legs. AKA Nick
I see your name in lights
We can make you a star
Girl, we'll take the world by storm
It isn't that hard
There's a reason why parents' don't let men with dirty, busted white kidnapping vans near their kids. I wonder what it is...
'Cause I got your picture
I'm coming with you
Dear Maria, count me in
There's a story at the bottom of this bottle
And I'm the pen
Make it count when I'm the one
Who's selling you out
'Cause it feels like stealing hearts
Calling your name from the crowd
Whoa...
We call that rape.
Ha ha..
"Don't put your hand there!" -Me
Take a breath, don't it sound so easy
Never had a doubt
Now I'm going crazy watching from the floor
Take a breath and let the rest come easy
Never settle down
'Cause the cash flow leaves me always wanting more
"No I will not marry you." "Why?" "For personal reasons." -Me & Erin
'Cause I got your picture
I'm coming with you
Dear Maria, count me in
There's a story at the bottom of this bottle
And I'm the pen
Make it count when I'm the one
Who's selling you out
'Cause it feels like stealing hearts
Calling your name from the crowd
"Mmmm, bananas dipped in chocolate." ... "Please don't make those noises." -Me & Madison
'Cause I got your picture
I'm coming with you
Dear Maria, count me in
There's a story at the bottom of this bottle
"Erin, don't leave me! I can change!" -Me.
"Madd, move your a$$." -Me
"Please tell me Cleo was the one that farted." ... "Get the Febreeze." -Me
"Erin." "Yea?" "Please move your hand." "GROSS!" -Me & Erin
"We've talked about this, Erin. I don't like you like that." -Madison
"Jessie, play with me!" "No comment." -Me & Erin
"I'll play with you, Erin." "Again, no comment." -Me & Madison
"The Hell is--? HOLY F*CK!" -Me
"Stop playing footsie with me!" -Madison
"Don't rub my thigh!" -Me
"You poked me in the wrong place" -Erin
Ahh, the wonders of sleepovers.
