Just hit a button, Morty, give me a beat!
Aw man, okay, alright, um-
What you've got boy, is hard to find
I think about it all the time
I'm all strung out, my heart is fried
I just can't get you off my mind
So I put my hands up, they're playin' my song
The butterflies fly away
Noddin' my head like yeah
Movin' my hips like yeah
I got my hands up, they're playin' my song
I know I'm gonna be okay
Yeah-eah-eah-eah, it's a party in the USA
Hands up, they're p-
Hands up, they're p-
Hands up, they're p-
Hands up-p-p
Hands, hands, hands, hands
Baby, pull me closer in the backseat of your Rover
That I know you can't afford, in the backseat of your Rover
Pull the sheets right off the corner from the backseat of your Rover
We ain't ever getting older, in the backseat of your Rover
We ain't ever getting older
We ain't ever getting older
We ain't ever getting
Your love, your love, your love
(Roll!)
A few years ago a group of girls pushed me down a sewer hole to try and embarrass me, when I didn't come back
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