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, "Gimme 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
Ah-ah-ah-ah, 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
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
It consumes me and I'm totally loving the music
And I like it the best when I'm losing, baby
When I'm drunk at the club, I wanna be felt up
When I'm fresh out of luck, I say, "Gimme the hard stuff"
If I hate what I hear, I'll just tell you to shut up
It's just who I am and they can't get enough, oh
Ah-ah-ah-ah, oh
Ah-ah-ah-ah, oh
Ah-ah-ah-ah, oh
It's just who I am and they can't get enough, oh
Ah-ah-ah-ah, oh
Ah-ah-ah-ah, oh
Ah-ah-ah-ah
It's just who I am and they can't get enough, oh