Justin Is So Porn...

anda know fairytales don't come true
Not when it comes to you
Open up for the first time
And anda can bet that it's the last time

And I'm cool with laying low
Saturday night and I'm staying at home
I'm feeling good for the first time
It's been a while since the last time

I will wave goodbye when anda say hello (whoa)

I'm sick of the sleepless, never-ending nights
I just don't care who was wrong atau right
I'm sick of the rumors and the alibis
You tear me up, I'll cut anda down inside

I'm s-s-so sick of you, so sick of you
Sick of all of your little lies
I'm s-s-so sick of you, so sick of you
Sick of all the girls...

Preacher man walked into the club and he said
He said, hey girl can't anda walk and not stray?
Father I'm torn and I'm selling my soul to the
Rhythm, the beat and the bass
Cause I can't confess my rock and roll ways
Cause I'm so possessed with the music
The musik he plays

I can't stop my feet from dancing
To the sound of his drum
Oh no, I fell in cinta with my rock god
I can't keep my hips from swaying
To his sweet melody, anda see
I fell in cinta with my rock, rock god

Preacher man took my hand and looked in my eyes
He said, hey girl can't anda live your life right
Father things aren't always so black and white...