"Shooting Star" lyrics

(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 all my friends
And sit 'em all down
And set 'em apart
I fill in the gaps
And I give it an arc
And 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 hurt when I'm drunk at the club on a Thursday
So excuse me, I know what I'm doing, it's end of the month (End of the month)
For however long (Power it on)
Or never at 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 all my friends
And sit 'em all down
And set 'em apart (Set us apart)
I fill in the gap (Fill in the gaps)
And I give it an arc (And I give it an arc)
And 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 hurt 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