Kesha - Kiss Kiss - Hug Hug
Grammies, Oscars, Emmys, TonysPretty, perfect, plastic phoniesPrincesses in poofy dressesAfter party's V.I.P listThere he is!(Oh, my God, I know him from...somewhere)Should I know him? (I think)Smile with those faces and (Smile, smile, smile!)Kiss kiss - hug hugDon't say it, think it, bite your tongueKiss kiss - hug hugMakes me wanna just throw upPointless conversation, forget what your name isFrozen grins, purple martinisGeisha girls and micro-minisGeeks with cameras (Dorks!)Stars with mommas, gotta love that freak-show drama(Oh, my God, is that like, Shaquille O'Neal?)Getting' drunk (getting' drunk)Hookin' up (hookin' up)Loser-schmoozer (loser-schmoozer)Kiss kiss - hug hugDon't say it, think it, bite your tongue (Don't say it, Kesha!)Kiss kiss - hug hugMakes me wanna just throw upPointless conversation, forget what your name isI'd like to thank the Hollywood Foreign Press AssociationAnd my dog Delicious (Huh?)And my hamster (Who?), God and Oprah (What?)Crevolah and yoga teachers (and Madonna too)My personal (Where?) trainer Swen (Swen!)And of course all my fans!Kiss kiss - hug hugDon't say it, think it, bite your tongueKiss kiss - hug hug (hug hug)Makes me wanna just throw upKiss kiss - hug hugGossip swept under the rugKiss kiss - hug hugYeah, I'm here, it's kinda funPointless conversation(blah blah blah blah blah blah blah)Forget what your name isSarah? Oh, or maybe Rachel? I mean, uh, Michelle? Maybe your name's...Dorian?
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