ke$ha - Take It Off - música Video

Listen to yourself you're a hot mess
St-t-tutter through your words breaking a sweat
What's it gonna take to confess
We both know

Yeah I was outta town last weekend
You were feeling like a pimp around your lame friends
Now your little party's gonna end
So here we go

Woah, you got a secret
Woah, you couldn't keep it
Woah, somebody leaked it
And now some shit's about to go down

I never thought that you would be the one
Acting like a slut when I was gone
Maybe you shouldn't, oh-oh
Kiss and tell

You really should have kept it in your pants
I'm hearing dirty stories from your friends
Maybe you shouldn't, oh-oh
Kiss...

Wake up in the morning felling like pdiddy
grab my glasses im out the door im gonna hit this city
before i leave brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
'cause when i leave for the nigh I ain't comin' back

I'm talkin' pedicure on my toes(toes)
tryin' on all my clothes(clothes)
boys blown' up our phones(phones)
drop topping, playing our favorito cds
going up to the parties
tryin' to get a bit TIPSY

Don't stop making pop dj blow my speakers up tonight
ima fight til we see the sun light tick tock on the clock but the party dont stop -no
oh woah wo oh oh woah wo oh (xs2)

don't got a care in the world but got plenty...

Backstabber (repeat 3x)

Bored, stoned, sitting in your basement
All alone, cause your little conversations
got around, now look at what we all found out
(look at what we, look at what we all found out)

You have got a set of loose lips, twisting stories
All because you're jealous
Now I know exactly what you're all about,
And this is what you're all about..

Girl, your such a backstabber,
Oh girl, you're such a shit talker
And everybody knows it (everybody knows it)

Girl, your such a backstabber,
Run your mouth mais than everyone I've ever known
And everybody knows it (everybody knows it)

(Talk Talk Talk...

Coming out your mouth with your blah, blah, blah
Zip your lips like a padlock and meet me at the back
With the jack and the jukebox

I don't really care where you live at
Just turn around, boy, let me hit that
Don't be a little cadela, puta with your chit chat
Just show me where your dick's at

Music starts, listen hot stuff
I'm in amor with this song
So just hush, baby, shut up
Heard enough

Stop, talk, talk, talking that blah, blah, blah
Think you'll be getting this nah, nah, nah
Not in the back of my car, ah, ah
If you keep talking that blah, blah, blah, blah, blah

Boy, come on give me rock stuff
Come put a little...