Guess that its time to let you see, The evidence on your TV screen, Turn it up, sit back, put up your feet, uz I think I got you beat. Let me warn first cuz we werent cook, We were the only rockers at our school, Playin Cinderella covers cuz there wasnt nothin else to do, Whoa-oo, you know its true. But I wont gi have in to darkness, I sti will hold no regrets, Cuz ImPopscotch Party Rock, and stupid til the end. Aint it enough to make you sick, I know one look would do the trick, Gi have it up, you know ya gotta grin, When ya hear those sweet hot licks I have never seen you laugh so hard, And Imworried now that you wi will be scarred, But the vision of some Kansas kid just rockin on his pink guitar, Whoa-oo like a rock star. Imstupid til the end.
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