Kesha (Ke$ha)
Kesha (Ke$ha) - Letters to the editors songtekst
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You You can't do that to me You, ou, ou Your bloody plumsy You've got the paper But we've got the pen Looks like your formula Won't work in the end Add it up Spit it out Tell me what I care about Subtract the differences Til' it's all the same Addicted the suspect And I am to blame You You can't turn me Into something That I don't wanna be My god it's like a thriller My dreams about to conquer My love is like a power I want? them to devour me Add it up Spit it out Tell me what I care about Subtract the differences Til' it's all the same Addicted the suspect And I am to blame You You can't turn me Into something That I don't wanna be My god it's like a thriller My dreams about to conquer My love is like a chopper I want that you devour me Add it up Spit it out Tell me what I care about Subtract the differences Til' it's all the same Addicted the suspect And I am to blame