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Katy Perry – Hey Hey Hey lyrics

[Verse 1: Katy Perry]
A big beautiful brain with a pretty face, yeah
A babydoll with a briefcase, yeah
A hot little hurricane, ha!
‘Cause I’m feminine and soft, but I’m still a boss, yeah
Red lipstick, but still so raw, yeah
Marilyn Monroe in a monster truck

[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
‘Cause I can be zen and I can be the storm, yeah
Smell like a rose and I pierce like a thorn, yeah
Karate chopping the clichés and norms all in a dress

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
Hey, hey, hey
You think that I’m a little baby
You think that I am fragile like a Fabergé
You think that I am cracking, but you can’t break me
No-o-o-o-oh, no way
No-o-o-o-oh, no way
No-o-o-o-oh, no way
You think that I am cracking, but you can’t break me
(Br-br-break me)

[Verse 2: Katy Perry]
Yeah, I bounce back like a pro ’cause I’m so resilient
LOL at all your limits
Keep your penny thoughts, I’m making a mint

[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
‘Cause I can be zen and I can be the storm, yeah
Smell like a rose and I pierce like a thorn, yeah
Karate chopping the clichés and norms all in a dress

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
Hey, hey, hey
You think that I’m a little baby
You think that I am fragile like a Fabergé
You think that I am cracking, but you can’t break me
No-o-o-o-oh, no way
No-o-o-o-oh, no way
No-o-o-o-oh, no way
You think that I am cracking, but you can’t break me (uh-uh)
(Br-br-break me)

[Bridge: Katy Perry]
I ain’t got no strings (no strings…)
I’m no one’s little puppet
Got my own cha-ching in my chubby little wallet
And secretly you love it
(You fucking love it)
And secretly you love it

[Chorus: Katy Perry & Astrid S]
Hey, hey, hey (hey)
You think that I’m a little baby
You think that I am fragile like a Fabergé
You think that I am cracking, but you can’t break me
No-o-o-o-oh
Hey, hey, hey
You think that I’m a little baby
You think that I am fragile like a Fabergé
You think that I am cracking, but you can’t break me
No-o-o-o-oh, no way (no)
No-o-o-o-oh, no way (no way)
No-o-o-o-oh, no way (uh-uh)
Oh, you think that I am cracking, but you can’t break me (uh-uh)
(Br-br-break me)

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LSD – Audio lyrics

[Verse 1: Sia & Labrinth]
We got a ride, we got the night
I got the bottle, you got the light
We got the stars (stars)
We got audio

We’re gonna fly, we’re getting high
You got the moon dust, I got the sky
We got the stars (stars)
We got audio

[Chorus: Sia & Both]
Make the bomb bomb beat
I’ll give you melody
Make the bomb bomb beat
I’ll give you melody
Make the song so sweet
You gon’ come home with me, oh

Make the bomb bomb beat
I’ll give you melody
Make the bomb bomb beat
I’ll give you melody
Make the song so sweet
You gon’ come home with me, oh

[Hook: Diplo]
Ay, ay
Play that audio
Play that audio
That, that
Play that audio

[Verse 2: Labrinth & Sia]
You got the heart, we got the soul
Just when the world saying they got no hold
Here comes the love
We got audio (a-audio)

We flying high, Superhero
S on my chest, with my Marilyn Monroe
Feel like a star (star)
Cause we got audio
(Make it go!)

[Chorus: Sia & Both]
Make the bomb bomb beat
I’ll give you melody
Make the bomb bomb beat
I’ll give you melody
Make the song so sweet
You gon’ come home with me, oh
(Make it go!)

Make the bomb bomb beat
I’ll give you melody
Make the bomb bomb beat
I’ll give you melody
Make the song so sweet
You gon’ come home with me, oh

[Hook: Diplo]
Ay, ay
Play that audio
That, that
Play that audio
That, that
Play that audio

[Outro: Sia, Labrinth & Diplo]
We can’t live on without the rhythm (sayin, no, no)
We can’t live on without the rhythm (sayin, no, no)
We can’t live on without the rhythm (can’t live without, yeah)
We can’t live on without the rhythm (sayin’, no, no)

We can’t live on without the rhythm (play that audio)
We can’t live on without the rhythm (play that audio)
We can’t live on without the rhythm (play that, that) (can’t live without, yeah)
We can’t live on without the rhythm (that, that)

We can’t live on without the rhythm
We can’t live on without the rhythm

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LSD – Audio (feat. Sia, Diplo, Labrinth) lyrics

[Verse 1: Sia & Labrinth]
We got a ride, we got the night
I got the bottle, you got the light
We got the stars (stars)
We got audio

We’re gonna fly, we’re getting high
You got the moon dust, I got the sky
We got the stars (stars)
We got audio

[Chorus: Sia & Both]
Make the bomb bomb beat
I’ll give you melody
Make the bomb bomb beat
I’ll give you melody
Make the song so sweet
You gon’ come home with me, oh

Make the bomb bomb beat
I’ll give you melody
Make the bomb bomb beat
I’ll give you melody
Make the song so sweet
You gon’ come home with me, oh

[Hook: Diplo]
Ay, ay
Play that audio
Play that audio
That, that
Play that audio

[Verse 2: Labrinth & Sia]
You got the heart, we got the soul
Just when the world saying they got no hold
Here comes the love
We got audio (a-audio)

We flying high, Superhero
S on my chest, with my Marilyn Monroe
Feel like a star (star)
Cause we got audio
(Make it go!)

[Chorus: Sia & Both]
Make the bomb bomb beat
I’ll give you melody
Make the bomb bomb beat
I’ll give you melody
Make the song so sweet
You gon’ come home with me, oh
(Make it go!)

Make the bomb bomb beat
I’ll give you melody
Make the bomb bomb beat
I’ll give you melody
Make the song so sweet
You gon’ come home with me, oh

[Hook: Diplo]
Ay, ay
Play that audio
That, that
Play that audio
That, that
Play that audio

[Outro: Sia, Labrinth & Diplo]
We can’t live on without the rhythm (sayin, no, no)
We can’t live on without the rhythm (sayin, no, no)
We can’t live on without the rhythm (can’t live without, yeah)
We can’t live on without the rhythm (sayin’, no, no)

We can’t live on without the rhythm (play that audio)
We can’t live on without the rhythm (play that audio)
We can’t live on without the rhythm (play that, that) (can’t live without, yeah)
We can’t live on without the rhythm (that, that)

We can’t live on without the rhythm
We can’t live on without the rhythm

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A Perfect Circle – So Long, And Thanks For All The Fish lyrics

[Chorus]
Time is money and money’s time
We wasted every second dime
On diets, lawyers, shrinks and apps and flags and plastic surgery
Now Willy Wonka, Major Tom, Ali, and Leia have moved on
Signal the final curtain call in all its atomic pageantry

[Verse 1]
Bravissimo, hip hip hooray
For this fireworks display
Mind and body blown away
What a radiant crescendo!

[Pre-Chorus]
Ticker tape parade
Our hair and skin like
Marilyn Monroe
In an afterwind

[Chorus]
Time is money and money’s time
We wasted every second dime
On politicians, fancy water and guns and plastic surgery
Like old Prince and Brady’s mom
All the dolphins have moved on
Signaling the final curtain call in all its atomic pageantry

[Verse 1]
Bravissimo, hip hip hooray
What a glorious display
Melt our joyous hearts away
Under the mushroom cloud confetti

[Pre-Chorus]
Hip hip hooray for this fireworks display
Mind and body blown away
What a radiant crescendo!

Hip hip hooray
Hip hip hooray
Ticker tape parade
Our hair and skin like
Marilyn Monroe in an afterwind

[Chorus]
Time is money and money’s time
We wasted every second dime
On diets, lawyers, shrinks and apps and flags and plastic surgery
Now Willy Wonka, Major Tom, Ali, and Leia have moved on
Signal the final curtain call in all its atomic pageantry

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Katy Perry – Hey Hey Hey

[Verse 1: Katy Perry]
A big beautiful brain with a pretty face, yeah
A babydoll with a briefcase, yeah
A hot little hurricane, ha!
‘Cause I’m feminine and soft, but I’m still a boss, yeah
Red lipstick, but still so raw, yeah
Marilyn Monroe in a monster truck

[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
‘Cause I can be zen and I can be the storm, yeah
Smell like a rose and I pierce like a thorn, yeah
Karate chopping the clichés and norms all in a dress

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
Hey, hey, hey
You think that I’m a little baby
You think that I am fragile like a Fabergé
You think that I am cracking, but you can’t break me
No-o-o-o-oh, no way
No-o-o-o-oh, no way
No-o-o-o-oh, no way
You think that I am cracking, but you can’t break me
(Br-br-break me)

[Verse 2: Katy Perry]
Yeah, I bounce back like a pro ’cause I’m so resilient
LOL at all your limits
Keep your penny thoughts, I’m making a mint

[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
‘Cause I can be zen and I can be the storm, yeah
Smell like a rose and I pierce like a thorn, yeah
Karate chopping the clichés and norms all in a dress

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
Hey, hey, hey
You think that I’m a little baby
You think that I am fragile like a Fabergé
You think that I am cracking, but you can’t break me
No-o-o-o-oh, no way
No-o-o-o-oh, no way
No-o-o-o-oh, no way
You think that I am cracking, but you can’t break me (uh-uh)
(Br-br-break me)

[Bridge: Katy Perry]
I ain’t got no strings (no strings…)
I’m no one’s little puppet
Got my own cha-ching in my chubby little wallet
And secretly you love it
(You fucking love it)
And secretly you love it

[Chorus: Katy Perry & Astrid S]
Hey, hey, hey (hey)
You think that I’m a little baby
You think that I am fragile like a Fabergé
You think that I am cracking, but you can’t break me
No-o-o-o-oh
Hey, hey, hey
You think that I’m a little baby
You think that I am fragile like a Fabergé
You think that I am cracking, but you can’t break me
No-o-o-o-oh, no way (no)
No-o-o-o-oh, no way (no way)
No-o-o-o-oh, no way (uh-uh)
Oh, you think that I am cracking, but you can’t break me (uh-uh)
(Br-br-break me)

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Bugzy Malone – Aggy Wid It (King Of The North Album)

Yo, yeah
Get-get mad, get aggy wid it
I’m a bully to the beat, I’m a daddy wid it
I hold her so tight when I’m doing my ting, she told her friends I’m a baddy wid it
Uh, don’t bother wid it
I’m a double champion, I’m Conor init
Give me the beat, give me the mic, I swear down you already know I’m bodying it
Uh, way too mucky wid it
If it’s not dank, I’m not fucking wid it
If she’s not gang, I’m not woodying it
Them man are jokers, they’re funny with it
Uh, he keeps copying it
Down to the way I dress, he’s copying it
Down to the way I do my ting on Instagram, I checked his and he’s copying it
Uh, too calm wid it
Them man are Sports Direct, I’m Harvey Nichs
His new CD’s so dry that I hope that he hands out some lip balm wid it
Yeah, too raw wid it
So hard, I’ll snap man’s jaw wid it
You’re not a serious guy, you’re a doughnut, you’re gonna make man snap in a minute
If I get-get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
You’re gonna make man snap in a minute
If I get-get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
You’re gonna make man snap-snap-snap
MC’s struggling ’cause they smoke too much weed when they chill with the bros
I don’t wanna be like them, are you mad? When they see me it’s like seeing a ghost
Speaking of ghosts, she died her hair blonde and thinks she’s Marilyn Monroe
She wears too much makeup and it’s gross
Plus she smokes, it’s a joke
MC’s struggling on the low
Telling us things that we already know
Drilla, drilla, drilla gang
Drilla, drilla, make it bang
Drill it, bill it, flip it, light it
Whip it, whip it, whip it, wipe it
You don’t crap, you’re chatting crap
I look back, I’ve overlapped
I don’t have to trap and be an MC
You’re not popping if you’ve gotta do both
Yeah I miss bagging, bagging, bagging up
But I make way too much money from shows
Get-get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
You’re gonna make man snap in a minute
If I get-get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
You’re gonna make man snap-snap-snap
This one’s a straight up wobbler
This one’s aggy like Pogba
It’s like I warn bankers when it comes out of the speakers, it might rock ya
Uh, this one’s dangerous
This one’s killing off haters
This one’s wiping out any MC in a five-hundred mile radius
Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream
And if you don’t want holes in your boat, don’t come anywhere near me
Oh no, no you don’t, not in your wildest dreams
I’ll release the hounds on man in the night and listen to the barks and screams
Man know the season
Get-get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
You’re gonna make man snap in a minute
If I get-get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
You’re gonna make man snap-snap-snap
Man know the season
Bugzy Malone, you know

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Katy Perry – Hey Hey Hey (Witness Target Exclusive Album)

[Verse 1: Katy Perry]
A big beautiful brain with a pretty face, yeah
A babydoll with a briefcase, yeah
A hot little hurricane, ha!
‘Cause I’m feminine and soft, but I’m still a boss, yeah
Red lipstick but still so raw, yeah
Marilyn Monroe in a monster truck

[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
‘Cause I can be zen and I can be the storm, yeah
Smell like a rose and I pierce like a thorn, yeah
Karate chopping the clichés and norms all in a dress

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
Hey, hey, hey
You think that I’m a little baby
You think that I am fragile like a Fabergé
You think that I am cracking, but you can’t break me
No-o-o-o-oh, no way
No-o-o-o-oh, no way
No-o-o-o-oh, no way
You think that I am cracking, but you can’t break me (br-br-break me)

[Verse 2: Katy Perry]
Yeah, I bounce back like a pro ’cause I’m so resilient
LOL at all your limits
Keep your penny thoughts, I’m making a mint

[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
‘Cause I can be zen and I can be the storm, yeah
Smell like a rose and I pierce like a thorn, yeah
Karate chopping the clichés and norms all in a dress

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
Hey, hey, hey
You think that I’m a little baby
You think that I am fragile like a Fabergé
You think that I am cracking, but you can’t break me
No-o-o-o-oh, no way
No-o-o-o-oh, no way
No-o-o-o-oh, no way
You think that I am cracking, but you can’t break me (br-br-break me)

[Bridge: Katy Perry]
I ain’t got no strings (no strings)
I’m no one’s little puppet
Got my own cha ching in my chubby little wallet
And secretly you love it
(You fucking love it)
And secretly you love it

[Chorus: Katy Perry & Astrid S]
Hey, hey, hey
You think that I’m a little baby
You think that I am fragile like a Fabergé
You think that I am cracking, but you can’t break me
No-o-o-o-oh
Hey, hey, hey
You think that I’m a little baby
You think that I am fragile like a Fabergé
You think that I am cracking, but you can’t break me
No-o-o-o-oh, no way (no)
No-o-o-o-oh, no way (no way)
No-o-o-o-oh, no way (uh-uh)
You think that I am cracking, but you can’t break me (br-br-break me)

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Elton John – Candle In The Wind

Goodbye Norma Jean
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you crawled
They crawled out of the woodwork
And they whispered into your brain
They set you on the treadmill
And they made you change your name

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
And I would have liked to have known you
But I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did

Loneliness was tough
The toughest role you ever played
Hollywood created a superstar
And pain was the price you paid
Even when you died
Oh the press still hounded you
All the papers had to say
Was that Marilyn was found in the nude

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
And I would have liked to have known you
But I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did

Goodbye Norma Jean
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you crawled
Goodbye Norma Jean
From the young man in the twenty second row
Who sees you as something as more than sexual
More than just our Marilyn Monroe

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
And I would have liked to have known you
But I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did

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Bugzy Malone – Aggy Wid It Lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, yeah

[Verse 1]
Get-get mad, get aggy wid it
I’m a bully to the beat, I’m a daddy wid it
I hold her so tight when I’m doing my ting, she told her friends I’m a baddy wid it
Uh, don’t bother wid it
I’m a double champion, I’m Conor init
Give me the beat, give me the mic, I swear down you already know I’m bodying it
Uh, way too mucky wid it
If it’s not dank, I’m not fucking wid it
If she’s not gang, I’m not woodying it
Them man are jokers, they’re funny with it
Uh, he keeps copying it
Down to the way I dress, he’s copying it
Down to the way I do my ting on Instagram, I checked his and he’s copying it
Uh, too calm wid it
Them man are Sports Direct, I’m Harvey Nichs
His new CD’s so dry that I hope that he hands out some lip balm wid it
Yeah, too raw wid it
So hard, I’ll snap man’s jaw wid it
You’re not a serious guy, you’re a doughnut, you’re gonna make man snap in a minute

[Hook]
If I get-get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
You’re gonna make man snap in a minute
If I get-get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
You’re gonna make man snap-snap-snap

[Verse 2]
MC’s struggling ’cause they smoke too much weed when they chill with the bros
I don’t wanna be like them, are you mad? When they see me it’s like seeing a ghost
Speaking of ghosts, she died her hair blonde and thinks she’s Marilyn Monroe
She wears too much makeup and it’s gross
Plus she smokes, it’s a joke
MC’s struggling on the low
Telling us things that we already know
Drilla, drilla, drilla gang
Drilla, drilla, make it bang
Drill it, bill it, flip it, light it
Whip it, whip it, whip it, wipe it
You know crap, you’re chatting crap
I look back, I’ve overlapped
I don’t have to trap and be an MC
You’re not proper if you’ve gotta do both
Yeah I miss bagging, bagging, bagging up
But I make way too much money from shows

[Hook]
If I get-get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
You’re gonna make man snap in a minute
If I get-get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
You’re gonna make man snap-snap-snap

[Verse 3]
This one’s a straight up wobbler
This one’s aggy like Pogba
It’s like I warn bankers when it comes out of the speakers, it might rock ya
Uh, this one’s dangerous
This one’s killing off haters
This one’s wiping out any MC in a five-hundred mile radius
Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream
And if you don’t want holes in your boat, don’t come anywhere near me
Oh no, no you don’t, not in your wildest dreams
I’ll release the hounds on man in the night and listen to the barks and screams

Man know the season

[Hook]
If I get-get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
You’re gonna make man snap in a minute
If I get-get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
You’re gonna make man snap-snap-snap

[Outro]
Man know the season
Bugzy Malone, ya know

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L2B – Midnight In Hollywood lyrics

[Hook]
Midnight in Hollywood,
Midnight in Hollywood,
Midnight in Hollywood,
Midnight in Holly-wood..

[Verse 1]
Just needed to get away and have some time to think,
As I walk in a somewhat empty bar and order a drink.
“What can I get you?” I don’t care, just make it strong,
Soft music in the background, sounds like Louis Armstrong,
Get a scotch on the rocks, and take my first sip, and notice
I’m sitting in front of a blonde, who’s the spitting image of
Marilyn Monroe, and she’s smiling at me,
Then a man takes his seat, and he looks like James Dean.
Maybe I’m in a dream, ’cause this is impossible,
But it’s hard to be logical when Marilyn
Is there staring in your eyes right across from you,
Gets up and walks in my direction,
Get the impression she wants to talk.
“Hello stranger, how come I’ve never seen you before?
The name’s Marilyn.” Yeah, I know who you are.
My name’s Luke, it’s nice to meet you.
In the back of my mind, thinking there’s no way this could be true,
But I’m in..

[Hook]
Hollywood..
Midnight in Hollywood,
Midnight in Hollywood,
Midnight in Holly-wood..

[Verse 2]
Let me buy you a drink, bartender get her whatever she wants,
“Oh, you’re too kind. You know, I heard gentlemen prefer blondes.”
Is that true? ‘Cause I usually prefer brunettes like Audrey Hepburn,
But I could be a gentleman for you.
She laughed, smiled, said “That was pretty smooth,”
Then stopped to think, “I know what we should do.”
Then grabbed my hand and we made our way out of the bar,
She waved down an old fashioned cab and we hopped in the car,
But as I look around, I don’t even know where we are,
But we pull up to this party and all I’m seeing are stars,
Bing Crosby, Frank Sinatra, walking the red carpet,
Get out and walk up with Marilyn on my arm.
She introduces me to Ella Fitzgerald and Dean Martin.
I say Hi, I don’t know what the hell is going on.
They all laugh, Dean pats me on the back and says come on,
And we follow him in the club and the night goes on in..

[Hook]
Hollywood..
Midnight in Hollywood,
Midnight in Hollywood,
Midnight in Holly-wood..