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#Karan 10259487 | |
#This code will output lyrics to the user based on which song they would like to like to view the lyrics for according to the song position on the UK Top list | |
def lyricOutput (): | |
song = input ("Which song would you like to see the lyrics for?") | |
if song == "1": | |
print (song1) | |
elif song == "2": | |
print (song2) | |
elif song == "3": | |
print (song3) | |
elif song == "4": | |
print (song4) | |
elif song == "5": | |
print (song5) | |
elif song == "6": | |
print (song6) | |
elif song == "7": | |
print (song7) | |
elif song == "8": | |
print (song8) | |
elif song == "9": | |
print (song9) | |
elif song == "10": | |
print (song10) | |
song1 = """ Positions - Ariana Grande | |
Heaven sent you to me | |
I'm just hoping I don't repeat history | |
Boy, I'm tryna meet your mama on a Sunday | |
Then make a lotta love on a Monday (ah) | |
Never need no (no), no one else, babe | |
'Cause I'll be | |
Switchin' the positions for you | |
Cookin' in the kitchen and I'm in the bedroom | |
I'm in the Olympics, way I'm jumping through hoops | |
Know my love infinite, nothin' I wouldn't do | |
That I won't do, switchin' for | |
Perfect, perfect | |
You're too good to be true (you're too good to be true) | |
But I get tired of runnin' | |
Fuck it, now I'm runnin' with you, with you | |
Said, boy I'm tryna meet your mama on a Sunday | |
Then make a lotta love on a Monday (ah) | |
Never need no (no), no one else, babe | |
'Cause I'll be | |
Switchin' the positions for you | |
Cookin' in the kitchen and I'm in the bedroom | |
I'm in the Olympics, way I'm jumping through hoops | |
Know my love infinite, nothin' I wouldn't do | |
That I won't do, switchin' for you | |
Cookin' in the kitchen and I'm in the bedroom | |
I'm in the Olympics, way I'm jumping through hoops | |
Know my love infinite, nothin' I wouldn't do | |
That I won't do, switchin' for you | |
This some shit that I usually don't do (yeah) | |
But for you I kinda, kinda want to | |
'Cause you're down for me and I'm down too (and I'm down too) | |
Yeah, I'm down too | |
Switchin' the positions for you | |
This some shit that I (yeah) usually don't do (don't do) | |
But for you I kinda, kinda want to | |
'Cause you're down for me and I'm down too | |
Switchin' the positions for you | |
Cookin' in the kitchen and I'm in the bedroom | |
I'm in the Olympics, way I'm jumping through hoops | |
Know my love infinite, nothin' I wouldn't do | |
That I won't do, switchin' for you | |
Cookin' in the kitchen and I'm in the bedroom | |
I'm in the Olympics, way I'm jumping through hoops | |
Know my love infinite, nothin' I wouldn't do | |
That I won't do, switchin' for you | |
Yeah | |
Ah, yeah | |
Ah, yeah | |
""" | |
song2 = """ Lemonade - Internet Money/GUNNA/TOLIVER | |
Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag | |
College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs | |
Rockstar life, so much money it'll make you laugh, hey | |
These bitches they hate and you can't miss what you never had | |
Hey, hey | |
Off the juice (juice), codeine got me trippin' (juice) | |
Copped the coupe (coupe), woke up, roof is missing (yeah) | |
Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin' | |
Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin' | |
Addy boys, got some 60's in my bag (yeah) | |
Lips sealed, ain't pillow talkin', I'm no rat (no) | |
In my earlobe, got two karats, VVS (bling) | |
Got a penthouse near Rodeo off of stress (stress) | |
All this money, when I grew up, I had nothing (nothing) | |
Filled with backstabbers, my old life was disgusting (disgusting) | |
Can't believe it, gotta thank God that I'm living comfortably (thank God) | |
Gettin' checks, I don't believe her, she say she done with me | |
Burnt some bridges, and I let the fire light the way (oh-whoa) | |
Kickin' my feet up, left the PJ's on a PJ (PJ) | |
Yeah, I'm a big dawg, and I walk around with no leash (oh) | |
I got water on me, yeah, everything on Fiji | |
Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag | |
College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs | |
Rockstar life, so much money it'll make you laugh, hey | |
These bitches they hate and you can't miss what you never had | |
Hey, hey | |
Off the juice (juice), codeine got me trippin' (juice) | |
Copped the coupe (coupe), woke up, roof is missing (yeah) | |
Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin' | |
Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin' | |
I'm a rockstar, play guitars, sippin' Wock', ayy (hey) | |
Adderall, feelin' nausea, xanax bars, ayy (yeah) | |
I was fifteen, I sip codeine with my dawg, yeah (codeine) | |
Did a Percocet, promethazine, I feel gnarly (promethazine) | |
Put up a stick and I hop on a plane | |
Still in my war ways (war ways) | |
Shit is so risky, I gotta be gifted | |
He blessed me with fortune and fame (fortune and fame, nice) | |
I made my first fifty, I couldn't go back empty | |
I knew I was stuck to that game, uh (stuck) | |
Loyal and I'll never change, yeah | |
I'm never gon' go against the grain (go 'gainst the grain) | |
Never gon' be one to turn on my brother when police has got him detained (nah) | |
I won't ever love a bitch more than my mother | |
And that's on my government name (nah) | |
I can't be no sucker, ain't hating on no one | |
I wish everybody get paid (paid) | |
'Cause we counting up everyday (everyday) | |
Getting high 'til I land in the grave | |
Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag | |
College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs | |
Rockstar life, so much money it'll make you laugh, hey | |
These bitches they hate and you can't miss what you never had | |
Hey, hey | |
Off the juice (juice), codeine got me trippin' (juice) | |
Copped the coupe (coupe), woke up, roof is missing (yeah) | |
Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin' | |
Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin' | |
Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
""" | |
song3 = """Sweet Melody – Little Mix | |
Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo | |
Doo-roo-doo-doo, doo-roo-doo-roo | |
Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo | |
Doo-roo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo | |
In a whole other life, there was this boy that I knew | |
He made me feel like a woman, we were young and silly fools | |
Anyway, he was in a band, wrote love songs about me | |
I wasn't crazy 'bout the words, but the melodies were sweet | |
Went something like | |
Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo | |
Doo-roo-doo-doo, doo-roo-doo-roo | |
Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo | |
Doo-roo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo | |
Every time we go dancing, I see his straying eyes | |
Gave him too many chances, push my gears too many times | |
And when he start acting dumb, then I'll be on my way to leave | |
But I stopped in the tracks, when I heard this melody | |
And it went like | |
Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo | |
Doo-roo-doo-doo, doo-roo-doo-roo | |
Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo | |
Doo-roo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo | |
He used to sing me sweet melodies | |
He played me, made me believe it was real love | |
Sing me sweet melodies | |
But the day he did me wrong | |
The song couldn't go on and on | |
He used to sing me sweet melodies | |
He played me, made me believe it was real love | |
Sing me sweet melodies | |
But the day he did me wrong | |
The song couldn't go on and on and on | |
He would lie, he would cheat over syncopated beats | |
I was just his tiny dancer, he had control of my feet | |
Yes, when he came along, that's when I lost the groove | |
There was no song in the world to sing along or make me move | |
Sounded something like | |
Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo | |
Doo-roo-doo-doo, doo-roo-doo-roo (it was, oh) | |
Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo | |
Doo-roo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo | |
He used to sing me sweet melodies (oh) | |
He played me, made me believe it was real love | |
Sing me sweet melodies | |
But the day he did me wrong (yeah, yeah) | |
The song couldn't go on and on and on (couldn't go on, no) | |
He used to sing me sweet melodies (sing sweet melodies) | |
He played me, made me believe it was real love | |
Sing me sweet melodies | |
But the day he did me wrong (me wrong) | |
The song couldn't go on and on and on | |
Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo | |
Doo-roo-doo-doo, doo-roo-doo-roo (ay, ay, ohh) | |
Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo | |
Doo-roo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo (oh whoa) | |
On and on | |
On and on | |
He used to sing me sweet melodies | |
He played me, made me believe it was real love | |
Sing me sweet melodies | |
But the day he did me wrong (me wrong) | |
The song couldn't go on and on and on | |
(On and on, and on, yeah) | |
He used to sing me sweet melodies (melodies, yeah) | |
He played me, made me believe it was real love | |
Sing me sweet melodies | |
But the day he did me wrong | |
The song couldn't go on and on and on | |
Sing me sweet melodies (sing me sweet melodies, yeah) | |
He played me, made me believe it was real love | |
Sing me sweet melodies | |
But the day he did me wrong (me wrong) | |
The song couldn't go on and on and on, no | |
""" | |
song4 = """See Nobody – Wes Nelson & Hardy Caprio | |
Yeah | |
Yeah | |
Yo (Ayo Beatz) | |
Can't catch man (skrrt) | |
Cuttin' through the ends like I'm Batman, yeah | |
It's a wrap, fam | |
Forty on the wrist, then I dash, fam, yeah | |
Now the money in the bank, man (skrrt) | |
They don't wanna know like I'm Santan, ayy | |
On the way to the cash, fam | |
I don't need an addy, fuck a sat nav, ayy | |
Throw it down, I don't see nobody | |
In my own lane with the top down (skrrt) | |
No worries, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
I don't see nobody (skrrt) | |
In my own lane, it's a shut down | |
I don't see nobody (skrrt) | |
Da, da, da, da, Batman | |
Never saw it comin', now I'm lookin' at a stack, man | |
They don't wanna listen, but they know that tryna at man | |
Pull up in the ride and be like, "Who's that man?" | |
That man, Batman | |
Eatin' up the cheques, got me movin' like I'm Pac-Man | |
Tryna level up, but now they wanna cap man | |
Na, na, na, na, na | |
Now, found myself, found my peace (skrrt) | |
Find me chillin' in the West Indies | |
Sold as well, go discreet (skrrt) | |
I'm investin' in my energy | |
Now I'm tryna elevate | |
But they tryna stop the wave | |
So I'ma be somewhere far away | |
A place where nothing's in my way | |
Can't catch man (skrrt) | |
Cuttin' through the ends like I'm Batman, yeah | |
It's a wrap, fam | |
Forty on the wrist, then I dash, fam, yeah | |
Now the money in the bank, man (skrrt) | |
They don't wanna know like I'm Santan, ayy | |
On the way to the cash, fam | |
I don't need an addy, fuck a sat nav, ayy | |
Throw it down, I don't see nobody | |
In my own lane with the top down (skrrt) | |
No worries, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
I don't see nobody (skrrt) | |
In my own lane, it's a shut down | |
I don't see nobody (skrrt) | |
Yo, income disposable (uh) | |
Hit my line, I'm sociable (brrt) | |
Bend her back, she's foldable | |
Heart on my Dior top, emotional (come on) | |
Ex ting, she ain't grown at all | |
Side ting, left her scarred, Voldemort, uh (skrrt) | |
Where's that girl with bowlin' balls? (where?) | |
No Snap, no Insta, you know the rules | |
They didn't wanna see me flex (they're mad) | |
Hopped out of the GTS (skrrt, skrrt) | |
First car that I had was a E-class (no cap) | |
And the diamonds VVS (mad ting) | |
Donny came in on a sad ting | |
Fed him to the tigers | |
Yeah, we went and done him like Baskin, yeah | |
Can't catch man (skrrt) | |
Cuttin' through the ends like I'm Batman, yeah | |
It's a wrap, fam | |
Forty on the wrist, then I dash, fam, yeah | |
Now the money in the bank, man (skrrt) | |
They don't wanna know like I'm Santan, ayy | |
On the way to the cash, fam | |
I don't need an addy, fuck a sat nav, ayy | |
Throw it down, I don't see nobody | |
In my own lane with the top down (skrrt) | |
No worries, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
I don't see nobody (skrrt) | |
In my own lane, it's a shut down | |
I don't see nobody (skrrt) | |
""" | |
song5 = """Midnight Sky - Miley Cyrus | |
La-la, la-la, la | |
Yeah, it's been a long night and the mirror's tellin' me to go home (home) | |
But it's been a long time since I felt this good on my own | |
Uh, lotta years went by with my hands tied up in your ropes | |
Forever and ever, no more | |
The midnight sky is the road I'm takin' | |
Head high up in the clouds | |
Oh | |
I was born to run, I don't belong to anyone, oh no | |
I don't need to be loved by you (by you) | |
Fire in my lungs, can't bite the devil on my tongue, oh no | |
I don't need to be loved by you | |
See my lips on her mouth, everybody's talking now, baby | |
Ooh, you know it's true, yeah | |
That I was born to run, I don't belong to anyone, oh no | |
I don't need to be loved by you (loved by you) | |
La-la, la-la, la | |
She got her hair pulled back 'cause the sweat's drippin' off of her face (her face) | |
Said it ain't so bad if I wanna make a couple mistakes | |
You should know right now that I never stay put in one place | |
Forever and ever, no more (no more) | |
The midnight sky is the road I'm takin' | |
Head high up in the clouds | |
Oh | |
I was born to run, I don't belong to anyone, oh no | |
I don't need to be loved by you (by you) | |
Fire in my lungs, can't bite the devil on my tongue, oh no | |
I don't need to be loved by you | |
See my lips on her mouth, everybody's talking now, baby | |
Ooh, you know it's true, yeah | |
That I was born to run, I don't belong to anyone, oh no | |
I don't need to be loved by you (by you) | |
Oh | |
I don't hide blurry eyes like you | |
Like you | |
I was born to run, I don't belong to anyone, oh no | |
I don't need to be loved by you (by you) | |
Fire in my lungs, can't bite the devil on my tongue, you know | |
I don't need to be loved by you | |
See his hands 'round my waist, thought you'd never be replaced, baby | |
Ooh, you know it's true, yeah | |
That I was born to run, I don't belong to anyone, oh no | |
I don't need to be loved by you, yeah | |
La-la, la-la, la | |
La-la | |
You know it's true | |
You know it's true | |
(Loved by you) | |
""" | |
song6 = """You Broke Me First - Tate Mcrae | |
Maybe you don't like talking too much about yourself | |
But you shoulda told me that you were thinkin' 'bout someone else | |
You're drunk at a party or maybe it's just that your car broke down | |
Your phone's been off for a couple months, so you're calling me now | |
I know you, you're like this | |
When shit don't go your way you needed me to fix it | |
And like me, I did | |
But I ran out of every reason | |
Now suddenly you're asking for it back | |
Could you tell me, where'd you get the nerve? | |
Yeah, you could say you miss all that we had | |
But I don't really care how bad it hurts | |
When you broke me first | |
You broke me first | |
Took a while, was in denial when I first heard | |
That you moved on quicker than I could've ever, you know that hurt | |
Swear for a while I would stare at my phone just to see your name | |
But now that it's there, I don't really know what to say | |
I know you, you're like this | |
When shit don't go your way you needed me to fix it | |
And like me, I did | |
But I ran out of every reason | |
Now suddenly you're asking for it back | |
Could you tell me, where'd you get the nerve? | |
Yeah, you could say you miss all that we had | |
But I don't really care how bad it hurts | |
When you broke me first | |
You broke me first | |
What did you think would happen? | |
What did you think would happen? | |
I'll never let you have it | |
What did you think would happen? | |
Now suddenly you're asking for it back | |
Could you tell me, where'd you get the nerve? | |
Yeah, you could say you miss all that we had | |
But I don't really care how bad it hurts | |
When you broke me first | |
You broke me first | |
(You broke me first) | |
You broke me first, ah | |
""" | |
song7 = """What you know bout love - Pop Smoke | |
Uh | |
Shawty go jogging every morning (every morning) | |
And she make me breakfast almost every morning (every morning) | |
And she take a naked pic' before she leave the door | |
I be waking up to pics' before a nigga yawning | |
And every weekend my shawty comin' over (over) | |
Shawty could Fendi out, but she like Fashion Nova (Nova) | |
She ain't driving no Camry, she pullin' in a Rover (Rover) | |
With her hair so curly, I love you, baby | |
She said, "What you know 'bout love?" (I'll tell you everything) | |
I got what you need (oh) | |
Walk up in the store and get what you want (go get it) | |
You get what you please | |
We 'bout to get it on, take off them drawers (I said I love you, baby) | |
It's just you and me | |
You know what I be on, I'm about to go raw (love you, baby) | |
'Cause I like what I see | |
Look, baby, I said I ain't gon' front | |
You got my heart beating so fast to words I can't pronounce | |
And I be getting the chills every time I feel your touch | |
I be looking at the top and girl, it's only us | |
All I need is your trust | |
And girl I told you once, don't make me tell you twice | |
I know you see this print through my pants that I know you like | |
And yo' ass be looking so fat when it be in them tights | |
And I'm going straight to the top, so hope you ain't afraid of heights | |
You always treat me right, for a fact, you never left | |
Through all the trials and tribulations, always had my best | |
So here's 55 hunnid, go and get your breasts | |
Start rubbin' on your butt, start kissing on yo' neck | |
Hey batter, batter, hey batter, batter | |
Niggas know I had to swing, I had to make a play | |
I had to apply the pressure, 'cause you my hidden treasure | |
I think I'm falling in love | |
She said, "What you know 'bout love?" (I'll tell you everything) | |
I got what you need (oh) | |
Walk up in the store and get what you want (go get it) | |
You get what you please | |
We 'bout to get it on, take off them drawers (I said I love you, baby) | |
It's just you and me | |
You know what I be on, I'm about to go raw (love you, baby) | |
'Cause I like what I see (oh) | |
""" | |
song8 = """REALLY LOVE - KSI/CRAIG DAVID/DIGITAL FARM | |
Is it really love, is it all in my mind | |
Is it crazy I think of you all of the time, baby | |
Is it really love, can you give me a sign | |
'Cause I'm losin' my head tryna make you mine | |
Is it really love, is it all in my mind | |
Is it crazy I think of you all of the time, baby | |
Is it really love, can you give me a sign | |
'Cause I'm losin' my head tryna make you mine | |
Gotta lotta time for the one that I'm watchin' | |
Amazon Prime if you wanna get something | |
No valentine but my heart beat pumpin' (pumpin', pumpin') | |
Now the room poppin' | |
Got plenty views if you hang around me | |
So many hearts if you see the IG | |
Stung many times by the people that I raise | |
That my record look great like Mohammed Ali | |
I'm tryna go, I'm tryna get wavy | |
On holiday I'm wanting this daily | |
Man's bait when he's wearing that paisley | |
Still great 'cause my living now pays me | |
Don't cook but my chef like Ainsley | |
No look ting when I'm shooting my babies | |
Top striker, I'm hardly missing | |
New car so we need to christen, listen | |
Is it really love, is it all in my mind | |
Is it crazy I think of you all of the time, baby | |
Is it really love, can you give me a sign | |
'Cause I'm losin' my head tryna make you mine | |
Is it really love, is it all in my mind | |
Is it crazy I think of you all of the time, baby | |
Is it really love, can you give me a sign | |
'Cause I'm losin' my head tryna make you mine, oh | |
Obsessed with the fitness | |
That booty got me movin' with the stiffness | |
Prayin' that I finally get to hit this | |
(Tryna make you mine, oh) | |
Wreckin' my balls, Miley | |
Makin' a storm, Kylie | |
Showing the fans I'm the only | |
Then clockin' the wrist with the timing | |
Doin' it bless, doin' it easy | |
Doin' it best, doin' it genie | |
I got the juice and I'll give you the world | |
Granting' your wishes and doing it well | |
Let me know when you get freaky | |
Wanna see E.T | |
Give you my number to bell | |
I got so many to choose | |
Which one you want | |
'Cause I'm smitten and under your spell | |
Tryna hold it down but enough's enough | |
I ain't really used to this thing called love | |
But I ain't afraid to admit I'm feeling so vulnerable | |
So whatever you decide, let me know what's the vibe | |
'Cause I'm losin' my head tryna make you mine, oh | |
Is it really love, is it all in my mind | |
Is it crazy I think of you all of the time, baby | |
Is it really love, can you give me a sign | |
'Cause I'm losin' my head tryna make you mine | |
Is it really love, is it all in my mind | |
Is it crazy I think of you all of the time, baby | |
Is it really love, can you give me a sign | |
'Cause I'm losin' my head tryna make you mine, oh | |
""" | |
song9 = """Holy - Justin Bieber ft. Chance | |
I hear a lot about sinners | |
Don't think that I'll be a saint | |
But I might go down to the river, uh | |
'Cause the way that the sky opens up when we touch | |
Yeah, it's makin' me say | |
That the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me | |
Feels so holy, holy, holy, holy, holy | |
On God | |
Runnin' to the altar like a track star | |
Can't wait another second | |
'Cause the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me | |
Feels so holy | |
I don't do well with the drama | |
And no, I can't stand it bein' fake | |
No, no, no, no, no, no-no-no | |
I don't believe in nirvana | |
But the way that we love in the night gave me life | |
Baby, I can't explain | |
That the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me | |
Feels so holy, holy, holy, holy, holy | |
On God | |
Runnin' to the altar like a track star | |
Can't wait another second | |
'Cause the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me | |
Feels so holy | |
They say we're too young and | |
The pimps and the players say, "Don't go crushin'" | |
Wise men say, "Fools rush in" | |
But I don't know (ah-ah, ah, ah) | |
They say we're too young and | |
The pimps and the players say, "Don't go crushin'" | |
Wise men say, "Fools rush in" | |
But I don't know (Chance the Rapper, ah) | |
The first step pleases the Father | |
Might be the hardest to take | |
But when you come out of the water | |
I'm a believer, my heart is fleshy | |
Life is short with a temper like Joe Pesci | |
They always come and sing your praises, your name is catchy | |
But they don't see you how I see you, Parlay and Desi | |
Cross, Tween, Tween, Hesi' hit the jet speed | |
When they get messy, go lefty, like Lionel Messi | |
Let's take a trip and get the Vespas or rent a jet-ski | |
I know the spots that got the best weed, we goin' next week | |
I wanna honor, wanna honor you | |
Bride's groom, I'm my father's child | |
I know when the son takes the first steps, the Father's proud | |
If you make it to the water He'll part the clouds | |
I know He made you a snack like Oscar Proud | |
Suffer it to be so now gotta clean it up | |
Formalize the union in communion He can trust | |
I know I ain't leavin' you like I know He ain't leavin' us | |
I know we believe in God and I know God believes in us | |
'Cause the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me | |
Feels so holy, holy, holy, holy, holy | |
On God | |
Runnin' to the altar like a track star | |
Can't wait another second | |
On God | |
Runnin' to the altar like a track star | |
Can't wait another second | |
On God | |
Runnin' to the altar like a track star | |
Can't wait another second | |
'Cause the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me | |
Feels so holy | |
""" | |
song10 = """Levitating - Dua Lipa | |
Dance | |
Woo-hoo | |
If you wanna run away with me, I know a galaxy | |
And I can take you for a ride (for a ride) | |
I had a premonition that we fell into a rhythm | |
Where the music don't stop for life (for life) | |
Glitter in the sky, glitter in my eyes | |
Shining just the way I like (I like) | |
If you're feeling like you need a little bit of company | |
You met me at the perfect time | |
You want me, I want you, baby | |
My sugarboo, I'm levitating | |
The Milky Way is liberating | |
Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
I got you, moonlight, you're my starlight | |
I need you all night, come on, dance with me | |
I got you, moonlight, you're my starlight (you're the moonlight) | |
I need you all night, come on, dance with me (come and dance with me) | |
I believe that you're for me, I feel it in our energy | |
I see it written in the stars | |
We can go wherever, so let's do it now or never | |
Baby, nothing's ever, ever too far | |
Glitter in the sky, glitter in our eyes | |
Shining just the way we are | |
I feel like we're forever every time we get together | |
No, we're never gonna be apart | |
You want me, I want you, baby | |
My sugarboo, I'm levitating | |
The Milky Way is liberating | |
Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
I got you, moonlight, you're my starlight | |
I need you all night, come on, dance with me | |
(Baby, won't you come and dance with me) | |
I got you, moonlight, you're my starlight (you're the moonlight) | |
I need you all night, come on, dance with me (come on, dance with me) | |
You can fly away with me tonight | |
You can fly away with me tonight | |
Baby, let me take you for a ride (let me take you for a ride) | |
You can fly away with me tonight | |
You can fly away with me tonight | |
Baby, let me take you for a ride (I can't stop it, baby) | |
Let's go | |
Boy, I'm advanced, got my real tight pants | |
When I back it up, I put you in a trance (woo) | |
If you wanna dance, then show me all your bands | |
'Cause tonight, I might give you a chance (let's get it, skrrt) | |
Pull up in the coupe | |
Ooh, that dude, he look hella cute | |
Yeah, he lookin' at me like, "Ooh" | |
Suck my breasts like Betty Boop (woo) | |
Oh, my, my, my (my, my) | |
Get to stuttering like, "I-I-I" (I-I) | |
I'm a freak, I like to play shy | |
But I will get it poppin', anything, I'll try it | |
Say I'm on his top five list | |
On a Major Key like Khaled | |
Don't speak, open up your eyelids | |
I can be your girl if you keep it private | |
You want me, I want you, baby | |
My sugarboo, I'm levitating | |
The Milky Way is liberating | |
Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
I got you, moonlight, you're my starlight | |
I need you all night, come on, dance with me | |
(Come and dance with me) | |
You can fly away with me tonight | |
You can fly away with me tonight | |
Baby, let me take you for a ride | |
(Come on, let me take you for a ride) | |
You can fly away with me tonight | |
You can fly away with me tonight | |
Baby, let me take you for a ride | |
(Come on, let me take you for a ride) | |
I got you, moonlight, you're my starlight (you are my starlight) | |
I need you all night, come on, dance with me (come on, dance with me) | |
I got you, moonlight, you're my starlight (you're the moonlight) | |
I need you all night, come on, dance with me | |
I'm levitating | |
Woo-hoo | |
I'm levitating (woo) | |
Come on, come on, come on, dance with me | |
I'm levitating | |
(Come on, let me take you for a ride) | |
I'm levitating (woo) | |
Come on, come on, come on, dance with me | |
I'm levitating (woo-hoo) | |
(I can't stop it baby, ah) | |
""" | |
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