I've been a girl with her skirt pulled high
Been the outcast never running with mascara eyes
I see the world
As a candy store
With a cigarette smile saying things you can't ignore
Like, mommy I love you
Daddy I hate you
Brother I need you
Love or hate, f*ck you, I can see everything
Here with my third eye
Like the blue in the sky
If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
Love is the rhythm,you are the music
If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
You get what you're given it's all how you use it
I've been a girl with her finger in the air
Unaffected by rumors the truth I don't care
So open your mouth, stick out your tongue
Might as well let go, you can't take back what you've done
Just find a new life style,reason to smile
Look for nirvana, under the strobe lights
Sequins and sex strings
You whisper to me
There's no reason to cry
If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
Love is the rhythm,you are the music
If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
You get what you're given it's all how you use it
Take what you get and get what you give
I said don't run from yourself,man, that's no way to live( no, no)
I've got a record in my bag,you should give it a spin
Put your hands in the air so that life can begin
(If God is a DJ, if God, say if God is a dj, if God
Then life is a dance floor)
Get your ass on the dance floor now!
If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
Love is the rhythm,you are the music
If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
You get what you're given it's all how you use it
If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
Love is the rhythm,you are the music
If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
You get what you're given it's all how you use it
If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
Love is the rhythm,you are the music
If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
You get what you're given it's all how you use it
Mean Girls Soundtrack Album Lyrics
Mean Girls Soundtrack Lyrics
- Pink - God Is A DJ
- Missy Elliott - Pass That Dutch
- Kelis - Milkshake
- Orbital - Halcyon and On and On
- Samantha Ronson - Built This Way
- Boomkat - Rip Her to Shreds
- Peaches - Operate
- NORE - Put Em Up
- Katy Rose - Overdrive
- Daniel Franzese - Beautiful
- Kevin Gnappor (Rajiv Surendra) - The Mathlette Rap
- Blondie - One Way Or Another
- Nikki Cleary - Hated
- Anjali - Misty Canyon
- Joe Beal - Jingle Bell Rock
Writer: William Mann, Alecia Moore, Jonathan Scott Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, BMG Rights Management
Missy Elliott - Pass That Dutch
Listen up everyone! we have been just informed
That there's an unknown virus that's attacking all clubs
Symptoms have been said to be - heaving breathing
Wild dancing, coughing
So when you hear the sound - WHO-DI-WHOOOO!
Run for cover..
WOOOOOO! Ahh daddy! Ooooo! Ah! oh, ooh!
Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ooh)
Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ah)
Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ah)
Pass that dutch (whoo), pass that dutch
Misdemeanor on the flow, pretty boy here I come
Pumps in the bunk make you wanna hurt something
I can take your man I don't have to sex em
Hang em out the window call me Micheal Jackson (hehehee!)
I'm a pain in your rectum, I am that bitch y'all slept on
Heavy hitter, rhyme spitter, call me Re-Run
Hey hey hey, I'm what's happ'nin
Now to get my drink (that's right!)
Shake ya ass till it stink (that's right!)
Mr. Mos' on the beat (that's right!)
Put it down for the streets (that's right!)
(Chorus:)
(WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)
Pass that dutch, pass that dutch
Pass that dutch, pass that dutch, pass that dutch
Come on pass the dutch baby! (ahh!)
Shake-shake shake ya stuff baby!
(WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)
Pass that dutch, pass that dutch
Pass that dutch, pass that dutch
Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (ahh!)
Don't stop, get it till ya clothes get wet
Number one - drums go bump, bump, bump
This beat here will make you hoomp, boomp, jump
If you's a fat one, put your clothes back on
Before you start putting pot holes in my lawn
Oh my God, show em I'm large
Shove my beat up, attack like my name was Saddam
I am the bomb from New York to Milan
And I can write a song sicker than Jeffrey Dahm'
(Woop woop!) Don't touch my car alarm
Break in my car you will hear 'Viper Armed'
I've been a superstar since Daddy Kane was raw
I'm live on stage, c'mon and give me some applause {*applause*}
'Thank you! oh thank you, you all are so wonderful!'
(Chorus)
(Interlude)
Listen up, you have five seconds to catch your breath
Five - four - three - two - one {*alarm rings*}
Pop that, pop that, make that money
Just keep it going, like the Energizer Bunny
Shake that, shake that, move it all around
Spank that, yank that, dutch back now
Freak him, freak her, whatever ya choice
Didn't come to judge, I came to get ya moist
Scream - (WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOO!) now my voice is lost
Can I get a ride on the white horse? {*horse neighing*}
(Chorus)
Pop that
Pass tha dutch baby!
Jiggle that fat
That there's an unknown virus that's attacking all clubs
Symptoms have been said to be - heaving breathing
Wild dancing, coughing
So when you hear the sound - WHO-DI-WHOOOO!
Run for cover..
WOOOOOO! Ahh daddy! Ooooo! Ah! oh, ooh!
Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ooh)
Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ah)
Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ah)
Pass that dutch (whoo), pass that dutch
Misdemeanor on the flow, pretty boy here I come
Pumps in the bunk make you wanna hurt something
I can take your man I don't have to sex em
Hang em out the window call me Micheal Jackson (hehehee!)
I'm a pain in your rectum, I am that bitch y'all slept on
Heavy hitter, rhyme spitter, call me Re-Run
Hey hey hey, I'm what's happ'nin
Now to get my drink (that's right!)
Shake ya ass till it stink (that's right!)
Mr. Mos' on the beat (that's right!)
Put it down for the streets (that's right!)
(Chorus:)
(WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)
Pass that dutch, pass that dutch
Pass that dutch, pass that dutch, pass that dutch
Come on pass the dutch baby! (ahh!)
Shake-shake shake ya stuff baby!
(WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)
Pass that dutch, pass that dutch
Pass that dutch, pass that dutch
Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (ahh!)
Don't stop, get it till ya clothes get wet
Number one - drums go bump, bump, bump
This beat here will make you hoomp, boomp, jump
If you's a fat one, put your clothes back on
Before you start putting pot holes in my lawn
Oh my God, show em I'm large
Shove my beat up, attack like my name was Saddam
I am the bomb from New York to Milan
And I can write a song sicker than Jeffrey Dahm'
(Woop woop!) Don't touch my car alarm
Break in my car you will hear 'Viper Armed'
I've been a superstar since Daddy Kane was raw
I'm live on stage, c'mon and give me some applause {*applause*}
'Thank you! oh thank you, you all are so wonderful!'
(Chorus)
(Interlude)
Listen up, you have five seconds to catch your breath
Five - four - three - two - one {*alarm rings*}
Pop that, pop that, make that money
Just keep it going, like the Energizer Bunny
Shake that, shake that, move it all around
Spank that, yank that, dutch back now
Freak him, freak her, whatever ya choice
Didn't come to judge, I came to get ya moist
Scream - (WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOO!) now my voice is lost
Can I get a ride on the white horse? {*horse neighing*}
(Chorus)
Pop that
Pass tha dutch baby!
Jiggle that fat
Writer: Melissa A. Elliott, Timothy Z. Mosley, David J. Jolicoeur, Vincent L. Mason, Paul E. Huston, Kelvin Mercer, Sylvester Allen, Harold Ray I. Brown, Morris Dewayne Dickerson, Le Roy L. Jordan, Charles Miller, Lee Oskar, Jerry Goldstein, Howard E. Scott
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Kelis - Milkshake
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like, it's better than yours
Damn right, it's better than yours
I can teach you, but I have to charge
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like, it's better than yours
Damn right, it's better than yours
I can teach you, but I have to charge
I know you want it
The thing that makes me
What the guys go crazy for
They lose their minds
The way I wind
I think it's time
La-la, la-la, la
Warm it up
La-la, la-la, la
The boys are waiting
La-la, la-la, la
Warm it up
La-la, la-la, la
The boys are waiting
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like, it's better than yours
Damn right it's better than yours
I can teach you, but I have to charge
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like, it's better than yours
Damn right it's better than yours
I can teach you, but I have to charge
I can see you're on it
You want me to teach the
Techniques that freaks these boys
It can't be bought
Just know, thieves get caught
Watch if you're smart
La-la, la-la, la
Warm it up
La-la, la-la, la
The boys are waiting
La-la, la-la, la
Warm it up
La-la, la-la, la
The boys are waiting
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like, it's better than yours
Damn right it's better than yours
I can teach you, but I have to charge
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like, it's better than yours
Damn right it's better than yours
I can teach you, but I have to charge
Oh, once you get involved
Everyone will look this way, so
You must maintain your charm
Same time maintain your halo
Just get the perfect blend
Plus what you have within
Then next his eyes'll squint
Then he's picked up your scent
La-la, la-la, la
Warm it up
La-la, la-la, la
The boys are waiting
La-la, la-la, la
Warm it up
La-la, la-la, la
The boys are waiting
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like, it's better than yours
Damn right it's better than yours
I can teach you, but I have to charge
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like, it's better than yours
Damn right it's better than yours
I can teach you, but I have to charge
And they're like, it's better than yours
Damn right, it's better than yours
I can teach you, but I have to charge
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like, it's better than yours
Damn right, it's better than yours
I can teach you, but I have to charge
I know you want it
The thing that makes me
What the guys go crazy for
They lose their minds
The way I wind
I think it's time
La-la, la-la, la
Warm it up
La-la, la-la, la
The boys are waiting
La-la, la-la, la
Warm it up
La-la, la-la, la
The boys are waiting
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like, it's better than yours
Damn right it's better than yours
I can teach you, but I have to charge
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like, it's better than yours
Damn right it's better than yours
I can teach you, but I have to charge
I can see you're on it
You want me to teach the
Techniques that freaks these boys
It can't be bought
Just know, thieves get caught
Watch if you're smart
La-la, la-la, la
Warm it up
La-la, la-la, la
The boys are waiting
La-la, la-la, la
Warm it up
La-la, la-la, la
The boys are waiting
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like, it's better than yours
Damn right it's better than yours
I can teach you, but I have to charge
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like, it's better than yours
Damn right it's better than yours
I can teach you, but I have to charge
Oh, once you get involved
Everyone will look this way, so
You must maintain your charm
Same time maintain your halo
Just get the perfect blend
Plus what you have within
Then next his eyes'll squint
Then he's picked up your scent
La-la, la-la, la
Warm it up
La-la, la-la, la
The boys are waiting
La-la, la-la, la
Warm it up
La-la, la-la, la
The boys are waiting
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like, it's better than yours
Damn right it's better than yours
I can teach you, but I have to charge
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like, it's better than yours
Damn right it's better than yours
I can teach you, but I have to charge
Writer: Chad Hugo, Pharrell L. Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Samantha Ronson - Built This Way
Did you ever feel like you wanna be someone else for just one day
did you ever feel like you wanna see through another pair of eyes
did you ever think I might wanna be with anyone else for just one day
did you ever even think of me, when I walked away?
The look the dunks and the bottle of jack
the smokes the slouch and my eyes down
you think you know what you think you'll find
you think you'll figure me out tonight
but you'll never know what I won't share coz
I don't care, no I don't care
you think you'll figure me out tonight, but I don't care
And I wonder if I'm just built this way
coz every man that I know makes me feel like I'm to blame
when it's over me and my selfish ways
go back to start again
go back to start again
Did you ever feel like you should have said something smarter at the time
did you ever feel like you should have kept it all to yourself
did you ever think it might be your fault I never promised anymore
did you ever think it might not be, nah it was always me
did you ever feel like you wanna see through another pair of eyes
did you ever think I might wanna be with anyone else for just one day
did you ever even think of me, when I walked away?
The look the dunks and the bottle of jack
the smokes the slouch and my eyes down
you think you know what you think you'll find
you think you'll figure me out tonight
but you'll never know what I won't share coz
I don't care, no I don't care
you think you'll figure me out tonight, but I don't care
And I wonder if I'm just built this way
coz every man that I know makes me feel like I'm to blame
when it's over me and my selfish ways
go back to start again
go back to start again
Did you ever feel like you should have said something smarter at the time
did you ever feel like you should have kept it all to yourself
did you ever think it might be your fault I never promised anymore
did you ever think it might not be, nah it was always me
Writer: DALLAS AUSTIN, DALLAS L AUSTIN, SAMANTHA RONSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Walt Disney Music Company
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Walt Disney Music Company
Boomkat - Rip Her to Shreds
(Hey psst psst, here she comes now.)
Oh, you know her, here she comes now
Oh, you know her, would you look at that hair!
Yeah, you know her, check out those shoes.
She looks like she stepped out of the middle of somebody's blues.
She looks like the Sunday comics!
She thinks she's Brenda Starr.
Her nose job is real atomic...
All she needs is an old knife scar!
Yeah! She's so dull, come on rip her to shreds.
She's so dull, come on rip her to shreds.
Oh, you know her, "Miss Groupie Supreme"!
Yeah, you know her, "Vera Vogue" on parade.
Red eye shadow! Green mascara! Urgh!
She is too much, for me personally.
She looks like she don't know better.
A case of partial extreme.
Dressed in a Robert Hall sweater.
Acting like a soap opera queen...
Yeah! She's so dull, come on rip her to shreds.
She's so dull, come on rip her to shreds.
(She looks like she don't know better.)
She got the nerve to tell me she's not "on it"
But her expression is too serene...
Yeah, she looks like she washes with comet!
Always looking to create a scene...
Yeah! She's so dull, come on rip her to shreds.
She's so dull, come on rip her to shreds.
She's so dull, rip her to shreds.
She's so dull, rip her to shreds.
Oh no she didn't! Oh no she didn't!
Wow! She did!
Oh, you know her, "Miss Groupie Supreme".
Yeah, you know her, "Vera Vogue" on parade.
Yeah, you know her, with the fish eating grin...
She's so dull.
Yeah, she got the nerve to tell me!
Huh, she's so... dull...
She's so dull.
Huh, she's so... dull...
Yeah, there she goes now.
She making out with King Kong!
She takes her boat to Hong Kong.
Well, bye-bye sugar!
And not a minute too soon baby girl.
Bye-bye now!
We don't like your kind round here
Huh, she's so... dull...
She's so dull.
Huh, she's so... dull...
She's so dull.
Huh, she's so... dull...
Put a little spice in your life,
Spice you know.
She's so dull.
Oh, you know her, here she comes now
Oh, you know her, would you look at that hair!
Yeah, you know her, check out those shoes.
She looks like she stepped out of the middle of somebody's blues.
She looks like the Sunday comics!
She thinks she's Brenda Starr.
Her nose job is real atomic...
All she needs is an old knife scar!
Yeah! She's so dull, come on rip her to shreds.
She's so dull, come on rip her to shreds.
Oh, you know her, "Miss Groupie Supreme"!
Yeah, you know her, "Vera Vogue" on parade.
Red eye shadow! Green mascara! Urgh!
She is too much, for me personally.
She looks like she don't know better.
A case of partial extreme.
Dressed in a Robert Hall sweater.
Acting like a soap opera queen...
Yeah! She's so dull, come on rip her to shreds.
She's so dull, come on rip her to shreds.
(She looks like she don't know better.)
She got the nerve to tell me she's not "on it"
But her expression is too serene...
Yeah, she looks like she washes with comet!
Always looking to create a scene...
Yeah! She's so dull, come on rip her to shreds.
She's so dull, come on rip her to shreds.
She's so dull, rip her to shreds.
She's so dull, rip her to shreds.
Oh no she didn't! Oh no she didn't!
Wow! She did!
Oh, you know her, "Miss Groupie Supreme".
Yeah, you know her, "Vera Vogue" on parade.
Yeah, you know her, with the fish eating grin...
She's so dull.
Yeah, she got the nerve to tell me!
Huh, she's so... dull...
She's so dull.
Huh, she's so... dull...
Yeah, there she goes now.
She making out with King Kong!
She takes her boat to Hong Kong.
Well, bye-bye sugar!
And not a minute too soon baby girl.
Bye-bye now!
We don't like your kind round here
Huh, she's so... dull...
She's so dull.
Huh, she's so... dull...
She's so dull.
Huh, she's so... dull...
Put a little spice in your life,
Spice you know.
She's so dull.
Writer: CHRISTOPHER STEIN, DEBORAH HARRY
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Peaches - Operate
Yeah yeah yeah
Uhh
It seems to me so strange
Check wallet for his name
His face is in the muck
I think his zippers stuck
He is perfect for me
To practice surgery
One look coagulates
Its time to operate
Just keep it going
Just keep it going
Just keep it going
Hes not dead, hes gonna live
Hes not dead, hes gonna live
I see his eyes rolling back in his head
x4
Come on lets take him home
I think i heard him groan
Hold on or he will sink
Just keep it going
You say your (?) but i know you can fake it
I can take it!
Just keep it going
Just keep it going
Just keep it going
Hes not dead, hes gonna live
Hes not dead, hes gonna live
I see his eyes rolling back in his head
x4
Uhh
It seems to me so strange
Check wallet for his name
His face is in the muck
I think his zippers stuck
He is perfect for me
To practice surgery
One look coagulates
Its time to operate
Just keep it going
Just keep it going
Just keep it going
Hes not dead, hes gonna live
Hes not dead, hes gonna live
I see his eyes rolling back in his head
x4
Come on lets take him home
I think i heard him groan
Hold on or he will sink
Just keep it going
You say your (?) but i know you can fake it
I can take it!
Just keep it going
Just keep it going
Just keep it going
Hes not dead, hes gonna live
Hes not dead, hes gonna live
I see his eyes rolling back in his head
x4
Writer: Merrill Nisker, Sticky Henderson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
NORE - Put Em Up
[ Featuring Pharrell ]
Star track (Star track)
Star Track (Star track)
Millitainment!! Millitainment (Man)
My nigga David Banner in the buildin' (Man...man)
Bounce bounce (Man)
Bounce bounce (Man)
Bounce bounce
[Hook 1:]
Are you a P-I-M-P?
But can't no nigga put the pimpin' like me
I get em up get em up (up)
I get them hoes and put em up (up)
I'm here with N-O-are-E
And can't nobody rip a club like we
Put em up put em up (up)
Get your set and put em up put em up (up)
Get your fingers put em up put em up (up)
Get your rag and put em up put em up (up)
Man
[Hook 2:]
Bounce bounce (Man)
Bounce bounce (Man)
Bounce bounce (Man)
Bounce bounce
Now it ain't N.O.R.E. to be on time
But I rock a rhyme that's right on slime, it's N.O.R.E.
(It's N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E.) I'm just chillin' wit my shorty (shorty)
Drinkin' on a forty (forty), private stock old English (English)
'Bout to get some naughty, O.P.P. no D-E-D
All she need is me up in the N-why-see
[Hook 1]
[Hook 2]
Now it ain't N.O.R.E. to be on time
But I rock a rhyme that's right on slime, it's N.O.R.E.
(It's N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E.) Half mo, full mo
Wear a thong, g-code
Gettin' bent off that liquor
Till our colons thick and old
Stay trippin' on them hoes...we be illin'
And them whores doin' shows...top billin'
Stay packin' fo' fo's...ain't no concealin'
Peoples throwin' those bows....so how you feelin'
[Hook 1]
[Hook 2 x2]
Now it ain't N.O.R.E. to be on time
But I rock a rhyme that's right on slime, it's N.O.R.E.
(It's N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E.) Bangin' goin' crazy
Bangin' black Mercedes
Why I'm bangin' on them corners
Bangin' all your ladies
And she just want to ride
Get up in that coupe and slide
Run around the corners lyin'
Say she Bonnie, said I'm Clyde (What?)
But I'm that type of guy
Have yo chicken bakin' pie
And she really want to f*ck me
I can see it in her eye
[Hook 1]
[Hook 2 x2]
Writer: CHAD HUGO, VICTOR J SANTIAGO, PHARRELL WILLIAMS, PHARRELL L WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Katy Rose - Overdrive
Outta bed at the crack of noon
Blare the music and have a swoon
I can't stop thinkin of your face
La la lee la lee loo lace
I'm six feet under the Bhodi Tree
With my crap new-age philosophy
Diamonds where there once were stars
I'm sittin in Jayne Mansfeild's car
Yea yea-a I'm independence
Yea yea-a I'm borderline
Yea yea-a I'm California
My minds all screwed and upside down
But my heart's on overdrive (yea my heart's on overdrive)
I need to take a shower when I look at you
Ya sting and hurt like a bad tattoo
I wish you'd change my point of view
I cruise the canyon to get a breeze
With Hidden Treasures up my sleeve
I like the light and hate the heat
But I'll lick the blood right off your street
Yea yea-a I'm cherry cola
Yea yea-a I'm candy-eyed
Yea yea-a I'm California
My mind's all screwed and upside down
But my heart's on over drive
They all come here to find a scene
But end up girls on methadrine
Naked on a TV screen
The dreams that fall beneath my feet
Make my footsteps feel so sweet
But your kisses are my fait accompli
YEA YEA- A
I'm independence
Yea-a I'm borderline
Yea-a I'm California
My mind's all screwed and upsidedown
But my heart's on overdrive
Yea my heart's on overdrive
Blare the music and have a swoon
I can't stop thinkin of your face
La la lee la lee loo lace
I'm six feet under the Bhodi Tree
With my crap new-age philosophy
Diamonds where there once were stars
I'm sittin in Jayne Mansfeild's car
Yea yea-a I'm independence
Yea yea-a I'm borderline
Yea yea-a I'm California
My minds all screwed and upside down
But my heart's on overdrive (yea my heart's on overdrive)
I need to take a shower when I look at you
Ya sting and hurt like a bad tattoo
I wish you'd change my point of view
I cruise the canyon to get a breeze
With Hidden Treasures up my sleeve
I like the light and hate the heat
But I'll lick the blood right off your street
Yea yea-a I'm cherry cola
Yea yea-a I'm candy-eyed
Yea yea-a I'm California
My mind's all screwed and upside down
But my heart's on over drive
They all come here to find a scene
But end up girls on methadrine
Naked on a TV screen
The dreams that fall beneath my feet
Make my footsteps feel so sweet
But your kisses are my fait accompli
YEA YEA- A
I'm independence
Yea-a I'm borderline
Yea-a I'm California
My mind's all screwed and upsidedown
But my heart's on overdrive
Yea my heart's on overdrive
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Daniel Franzese - Beautiful
Don't look at me
Everyday is so wonderful
Then suddenly
It's hard to breathe
Now and then I get insecure
From all the pain
I'm so ashamed
I am beautiful
No matter what they say
Words can't bring me down
I am beautiful
In every single way
Yes words can't bring me down
Ohh no
So don't you bring me down today
To all your friends you're delirious
You're so consumed
In all your doom, ooh
Trying hard to fill the emptiness
The pieces gone
Left the puzzle undone
Ain't that the way it is
'Cause you are beautiful
No matter what they say
Words can't bring you down
Ohh no
'Cause you are beautiful
In every single way
Yes words can't bring you down
Ohh no
So don't you bring me down today
No matter what we do
(No matter what we do)
No matter what we say
(No matter what we say)
We're the song inside the tune
(Yeah, oh yeah)
Full of beautiful mistakes
And everywhere we go
(And everywhere we go)
The sun will always shine
(The sun will always, always, shine)
And tomorrow we might awake
On the other side
'Cause we are beautiful
No matter what they say
Yes words won't bring us down
Ohh no
We are beautiful
In every single way
Yes words can't bring us down
Ohh no
So don't you bring me down today
Ooh, ohh
Don't you bring me down today
Don't you bring me down, ooh
Today
Everyday is so wonderful
Then suddenly
It's hard to breathe
Now and then I get insecure
From all the pain
I'm so ashamed
I am beautiful
No matter what they say
Words can't bring me down
I am beautiful
In every single way
Yes words can't bring me down
Ohh no
So don't you bring me down today
To all your friends you're delirious
You're so consumed
In all your doom, ooh
Trying hard to fill the emptiness
The pieces gone
Left the puzzle undone
Ain't that the way it is
'Cause you are beautiful
No matter what they say
Words can't bring you down
Ohh no
'Cause you are beautiful
In every single way
Yes words can't bring you down
Ohh no
So don't you bring me down today
No matter what we do
(No matter what we do)
No matter what we say
(No matter what we say)
We're the song inside the tune
(Yeah, oh yeah)
Full of beautiful mistakes
And everywhere we go
(And everywhere we go)
The sun will always shine
(The sun will always, always, shine)
And tomorrow we might awake
On the other side
'Cause we are beautiful
No matter what they say
Yes words won't bring us down
Ohh no
We are beautiful
In every single way
Yes words can't bring us down
Ohh no
So don't you bring me down today
Ooh, ohh
Don't you bring me down today
Don't you bring me down, ooh
Today
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Kevin Gnappor (Rajiv Surendra) - The Mathlette Rap
Yo Yo Yo,
All you sucka Mc's aint got nothin' on me.
On my grades, on my lines, You cant touch Kevin G
Im a mathlete. But nerd is preffered.
But forgwet what you heard.
Im like James Bond the third.
Sha-Sha Shaken, not stirred. Im Kevin Gnapoor.
Th G's silent when i sneak in your door.
Make love to your woman on the bathroom floor.
I dont play it like Shaggy. Youll know it was me.
Cuz the next time you see her she's like Ohhhhhh,Kevin G !!!
Happy Holidays Everybody !
All you sucka Mc's aint got nothin' on me.
On my grades, on my lines, You cant touch Kevin G
Im a mathlete. But nerd is preffered.
But forgwet what you heard.
Im like James Bond the third.
Sha-Sha Shaken, not stirred. Im Kevin Gnapoor.
Th G's silent when i sneak in your door.
Make love to your woman on the bathroom floor.
I dont play it like Shaggy. Youll know it was me.
Cuz the next time you see her she's like Ohhhhhh,Kevin G !!!
Happy Holidays Everybody !
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Blondie - One Way Or Another
One way or another, I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
One way or another, I'm gonna win ya
I'm gonna win ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
One way or another, I'm gonna see ya
I'm gonna meet ya, meet ya, meet ya, meet ya
One day, maybe next week, I'm gonna meet ya
I'm gonna meet ya, I'll meet ya
I will drive past your house
And if the lights are all down
I'll see who's around
One way or another, I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
One way or another, I'm gonna win ya
I'll get ya, I'll get ya
One way or another, I'm gonna see ya
I'm gonna meet ya, meet ya, meet ya, meet ya
One day, maybe next week, I'm gonna meet ya
I'll meet ya, ah
And if the lights are all out
I'll follow your bus downtown
See who's hangin' out
One way or another, I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip
A slip of the hip or another, I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna trick ya, I'll trick ya
One way or another, I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna trick ya, trick ya, trick ya, trick ya
One way or another, I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip
I'll walk down the mall
Stand over by the wall
Where I can see it all
Find out who ya call
Lead you to the supermarket checkout
Some specials and rat food
Get lost in the crowd
One way or another, I'm gonna get ya (where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
I'll get ya, I'll get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
One way or another, I'm gonna get ya (where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
I'll get ya, I'll get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
One way or another, I'm gonna get ya (where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
I'll get ya, I'll get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
One way or another, I'm gonna get ya (where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
I'll get ya, I'll get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
One way or another, I'm gonna get ya (where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
I'll get ya, I'll get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
One way or another, I'm gonna win ya
I'm gonna win ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
One way or another, I'm gonna see ya
I'm gonna meet ya, meet ya, meet ya, meet ya
One day, maybe next week, I'm gonna meet ya
I'm gonna meet ya, I'll meet ya
I will drive past your house
And if the lights are all down
I'll see who's around
One way or another, I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
One way or another, I'm gonna win ya
I'll get ya, I'll get ya
One way or another, I'm gonna see ya
I'm gonna meet ya, meet ya, meet ya, meet ya
One day, maybe next week, I'm gonna meet ya
I'll meet ya, ah
And if the lights are all out
I'll follow your bus downtown
See who's hangin' out
One way or another, I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip
A slip of the hip or another, I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna trick ya, I'll trick ya
One way or another, I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna trick ya, trick ya, trick ya, trick ya
One way or another, I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip
I'll walk down the mall
Stand over by the wall
Where I can see it all
Find out who ya call
Lead you to the supermarket checkout
Some specials and rat food
Get lost in the crowd
One way or another, I'm gonna get ya (where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
I'll get ya, I'll get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
One way or another, I'm gonna get ya (where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
I'll get ya, I'll get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
One way or another, I'm gonna get ya (where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
I'll get ya, I'll get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
One way or another, I'm gonna get ya (where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
I'll get ya, I'll get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
One way or another, I'm gonna get ya (where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
I'll get ya, I'll get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
Writer: Deborah Harry, Nigel Harrison
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Nikki Cleary - Hated
From the first time that i saw you
I thought you crawled out of Us magazine
Its no wonder that it wasn't all you
All the things that i wanna be
Everybody loved you and they treated you
Like you stepped out of a TV show
But if they really got the chance to meet you
They'd finally see how hard you blow
I hate you, i hate you
Cause i see through
To what a fake you are
You disgust me, thats why you must be hated
Like the winner of beauty pageant
You are the one i most admire
But as a loser i can only imagine
Wearing that crown but your heads on fire
Your the real american idol
Your the poor mans mandy moore
Your the e true hollywood story
About a two face strip mall whore
I hate you, i hate you
Cause i see through
To what a fake you are
You disgust me, thats why you must be hated
You got a lot of stuff
Stuff you don't deserve
You got a lot of friends
You got a lot of nerve
Trust me, you must be hated
La la la
La la la
La la-la la
La la la
Trust me, you must be hated
I wish i had your money
I wish i had your ride
I wish i had your boyfriend
I wish you'd choke and die
I hate you, i hate you
Cause i see through
To what a bitch you are
You disgust me, thats why you must be hated
I hate you, i hate you (la la la)
Cause i see through (la la la)
To what a bitch you are (la la la)
You disgust me, thats why you must be hated
I thought you crawled out of Us magazine
Its no wonder that it wasn't all you
All the things that i wanna be
Everybody loved you and they treated you
Like you stepped out of a TV show
But if they really got the chance to meet you
They'd finally see how hard you blow
I hate you, i hate you
Cause i see through
To what a fake you are
You disgust me, thats why you must be hated
Like the winner of beauty pageant
You are the one i most admire
But as a loser i can only imagine
Wearing that crown but your heads on fire
Your the real american idol
Your the poor mans mandy moore
Your the e true hollywood story
About a two face strip mall whore
I hate you, i hate you
Cause i see through
To what a fake you are
You disgust me, thats why you must be hated
You got a lot of stuff
Stuff you don't deserve
You got a lot of friends
You got a lot of nerve
Trust me, you must be hated
La la la
La la la
La la-la la
La la la
Trust me, you must be hated
I wish i had your money
I wish i had your ride
I wish i had your boyfriend
I wish you'd choke and die
I hate you, i hate you
Cause i see through
To what a bitch you are
You disgust me, thats why you must be hated
I hate you, i hate you (la la la)
Cause i see through (la la la)
To what a bitch you are (la la la)
You disgust me, thats why you must be hated
Writer: JEFF RICHMOND
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Anjali - Misty Canyon
Oh, i can figure that you really need my love
Cause i've been in the twilight far too long
So i'll unlock my heart and throw you the key
And you can do what you want with me...
This time, i'll put my heart on the line
Misty canyon, how i search for my soul rescue
Through the vapours, king of hearts oh, won't you take me
Spent distant nightfalls walking through the mountain trails
Cause i've been faded to see love again,
And all my spirits say to me....
When's lady luck gonna take this spell off me?
I know, i'll put my heart on his soul
Heart on his soul...
Misty canyon, how i search for my soul rescue
Through the vapours, king of hearts oh, won't you take me
And all my spirits say to me...
Cause i've been in the twilight far too long
So i'll unlock my heart and throw you the key
And you can do what you want with me...
This time, i'll put my heart on the line
Misty canyon, how i search for my soul rescue
Through the vapours, king of hearts oh, won't you take me
Spent distant nightfalls walking through the mountain trails
Cause i've been faded to see love again,
And all my spirits say to me....
When's lady luck gonna take this spell off me?
I know, i'll put my heart on his soul
Heart on his soul...
Misty canyon, how i search for my soul rescue
Through the vapours, king of hearts oh, won't you take me
And all my spirits say to me...
Writer: ANJALI BHATIA
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Joe Beal - Jingle Bell Rock
[ Featuring Jim Boothe ]
Jingle-bell, jingle-bell, jingle-bell rock
Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring
Snowin' an blowin' up bushels of fun
Now the jingle hop has begun
Jingle-bell, jingle-bell, jingle-bell rock
Jingle bells chime in jingle-bell time
Dancin' and prancin' in Jingle Bell Square
In the frosty air
What a bright time, it's the right time
To rock the night away
Jingle-bell time is a swell time
To go glidin' in a one-horse sleigh
Giddy-yap jingle horse; pick up your feet
Jingle around the clock
Mix and mingle in a jinglin' beat
That's the jingle-bell rock.
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Mean Girls (Music from the Motion Picture) is the soundtrack to the 2004 film of the same name. It was released on September 21, 2004 through Rykodisc and Bulletproof Records and featured 14 tracks from artists Pink, Kelis, Samantha Ronson, Katy Rose, Peaches, The Donnas amongst others.
Genre(s):
Soundtrack, pop Length: 49:17
Released: September 21st, 2004
Year: 2004