jueves, 20 de mayo de 2010


Without the teenager, there'd simply be no rock'n'roll, no punk, no grime, no fun.

Pandora is sick

Saw you twice at the pop show, you taste just like glitter
Mixed with rock and roll
I like you a lot, lot
Think you're really hot, hot

Now that I've lost everything to you 
You say you wanna start something new 
And it's breakin' my heart you're leavin' 
Baby, I'm grievin' 



I used to trust, before I knew,

There was a difference, between what you say and what you do
Gotta get bad before it gets good

Do you wanna have a slumber party in my basement?

Do you wanna make it hot, beat like an 808 drum?
Our hair is perfect, while were all getting shit wrecked
It's automatic, honey
But we got no money
Daddy I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry
We just like to party, like to party





What'chu talkin' 'bout Willis?