Lyrics:
(A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E) Make it real loud
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
Ooh touch, touch ooh
Touch, touch now ooh ooh ooh ooh
I live for the applause,
luck - he'll absorb all your talk)
CR E.E.P. C.R.E.E.P.
CR E.E.P. C.R.E.E.P.
CR E.E.P. C.R.E.E.P.
FROM the bright sun, he came one fine morn
I'm I-E-I-E-I-E-I-E-I-E-I p-plastic
P-plastic do-o-o-o-oll
P-plastic, technologic
Open me up and cut me loose
I come with a purse and new shoes
(A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E) Make it real loud
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
Ooh touch, touch ooh
Touch, touch now ooh ooh ooh ooh
I live for the applause,
P-R-I-V-A-C-Y is priceless to me
P-R-I-V-A-C-Y is priceless to me
P-R-I-V-A-C-Y is priceless to me
P-R-I-V-A-C-Y is priceless to me
H.A.P.P.I.N.E.S.S.
H.A.P.P.I.N.E.S.S.
H.A.P.P.I.N.E.S.S.
H.A.P.P.I.N.E.S.S.
It's a long way to happiness
A long way to go
But I'm gonna get
puttin' on your clothes or tyin' your shoes
Takin' out the trash or cleanin' your room
Don't get caught in [?]
R-e-s-p-o-n-s-i-b-i-l-i
(R-E-S-P-E-C-T)
When I get home
(Respect, just a little bit, just a little bit)
Yeah, yeah
You can do me wrong while I'm gone
You can do me wrong if you
P.E.O.P.L.E.C.I.T.Y
People in the city
P.E.O.P.L.E.C.I.T.Y
People in the city
P.E.O.P.L.E.C.I.T.Y
People in the city
P.E.O.P.L.E.C.I
R-A-G-G M-O-P-P
Rag Mop
Mop
Mop Mop Mop Mop
Mop Mop Mop Mop
Mop Mop Mop Mop
Mop
A
I say A-B
A-B-C
A-B-C-D
A-B-C-D-E
A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H
I
R-A-G-G M-O-P-P
Rag Mop
Mop
Mop Mop Mop Mop
Mop Mop Mop Mop
Mop Mop Mop Mop
Mop
A
I say A-B
A-B-C
A-B-C-D
A-B-C-D-E
A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H
I
hideous luck - he'll absorb all your talk)
CR E.E.P. C.R.E.E.P. (3 times)
FROM the bright sun, he came one fine morn
"Populist" - as well in his
A
I say A B
A B C
A B C D
A B C D E
A B C D E F G H I
I say M O
M O P
M O P P
Mop, M O P P
Mop, mop
Mop, mop
R
I say R A
R A G
R A G G
Rag
R A G G
today
We're mighty thankful now that H.E.L.P.'s on its way
Salad with a special knock you right off your seat
With carrot juice to wash it all down
Yummy
P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face (mum-mum-mum-mah)
P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face (mum-mum-mum-mah)
(Mum-mum-mum-mah)
(Mum-mum-mum-mah)
I won't
dah-dee-ah-dah
R-A-G-G M-O-P-P
Rag Mop!
A
I say A-B
A-B-C
A-B-C-D
A-B-C-D-E
A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H
I
I say M-O
M-O-P
M-O-P-P
Mop
M-O-P-P
Mop, mop,
dah-dee-ah-dah
R-A-G-G M-O-P-P
Rag Mop!
A
I say A-B
A-B-C
A-B-C-D
A-B-C-D-E
A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H
I
I say M-O
M-O-P
M-O-P-P
Mop
M-O-P-P
Mop, mop,
We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit
In the hood they call me Joey the prophet
First you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop
P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face (mum-mum-mum-mah)
P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face (mum-mum-mum-mah)
(Mum-mum-mum-mah)
(Mum-mum-mum-mah)
I won't
with you,
You're on my mind.
And we got love,
And love'll take you higher and higher and higher,
Higher and higher.
E. S. P.
I communicate
real loud)
Put you hands up make 'em touch, touch (A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E)
I've over heard your theory nostalgia's for geeks
I guess sir if you say so some
Piche, látex, flor
Piche, látex, flor
Ipê de piche
Ipê de látex
Ipê de flor
Piche, látex, flor
Piche, látex, flor
Ipê de piche
Ipê de látex
Ipê de
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E (make it real loud)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
I've overheard your theory "Nostalgia's for geeks"
I guess sir, if you say so
and intuition
play the cards with Spades to start And after he's
been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heart Oh,
oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh I
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