| Guess who? |
| D'you miss me?
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| Jessica Simpson, sing the chorus!
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| When you walked through the door (Woo!)
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| It was clear to me (Clear to me)
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| You’re the one they adore
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| Who they came to see (Who they came to see)
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| You’re a rock star (Baby) (Yeah)
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| Everybody wants you (Everybody wants you)
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| Player, who can really blame you? |
| (Who can really blame you?)
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| We’re the ones who made you
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| Ahem, back by popular demand
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| Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
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| You're ready to tackle any task that is at hand?
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| How does it feel? |
| Is it fantastic? |
| Is it grand?
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| Well, look at all the massive masses in the stands
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| "Shady, man, no, don't massacre the fans!"
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| Damn, I think Kim Kardashian's a man
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| She stomped him, just ‘cause he asked to put his hands
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| On her massive gluteus maximus again
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| Squeeze it, then squish it, then pass it to a friend
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| Can he come back as nasty as he can?
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| Yes, he can-can; |
| don't ask me this again
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| He does not mean to lesbian offend
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| But Lindsay, please come back to seeing men
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| Samantha's a 2; |
| you're practically a 10
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| I know you want me, girl, in fact, I see you grin
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| Now come in, girl
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| When you walked through the door (Woo!)
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| It was clear to me (Clear to me)
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| You’re the one they adore
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| Who they came to see (Who they came to see)
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| You’re a rock star (Baby)
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| Everybody wants you (Everybody wants you)
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| Player, who can really blame you? |
| (Who can really blame you?)
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| We’re the ones who made you
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| The enforcer, looking for more women to torture
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| Walk up to the cutest girl and charley-horse her
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| Sorry, Portia, but what's Ellen DeGeneres
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| Have that I don't? |
| Are you telling me tenderness?
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| Well, I can be as gentle and as smooth as a gentleman
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| Give me my Ventolin inhaler and two Xenadrine
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| And I'll invite Sarah Palin out to dinner, then
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| Nail her, baby, say hello to my little friend!
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| Brit, forget K-Fed, let's cut off the middleman
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| Forget him or you're gonna end up in the hospital again
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| And this time it won't be for the Ritalin binge
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| Forget them other men, girl, pay them little attention
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| And little did I mention that Jennifer's in
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| Love with me, John Mayer, so sit on the bench
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| Man, I swear them other guys, you give 'em an inch
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| They take a mile; |
| they got style, but it isn't Slim
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| When you walked through the door (Woo!)
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| It was clear to me (Clear to me)
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| You’re the one they adore
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| Who they came to see (Who they came to see)
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| You’re a rock star (Baby)
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| Everybody wants you (Everybody wants you)
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| Player, who can really blame you? |
| (Who can really blame you?)
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| We’re the ones who made you
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| And that's why, my love
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| You'll never live without
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| I know you want me, girl
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| 'Cause I can see you checking me out
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| And baby, you know
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| You know you want me too
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| Don't try to deny it, baby
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| I'm the only one for you
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| Damn, girl, I'm beginning to sprout an Alfalfa
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| Why should I wash my filthy mouth out?
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| You think that's bad, you should hear the rest of my album
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| Never has there been such finesse and nostalgia
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| Man, Cash, I don't mean to mess with your gal, but
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| Jessica Alba put her breasts on my mouth (Blup!)
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| Wowzers! |
| I just made a mess in my trousers
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| And they wonder why I keep dressing like Elvis
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| "Lord, help us, he's back in his pink Alf shirt
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| Looking like someone shrinked his outfit!"
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| I think he's 'bout to flip, Jessica
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| Rest assured Superman's here to rescue ya
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| Can you blame me? |
| You're my Amy, I'm your Blake
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| Matter of fact, bake me a birthday cake
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| With a saw blade in it to make my jailbreak
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| Baby, I think you just met your soulmate
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| Now break it down, girl
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| When you walked through the door (Woo!)
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| It was clear to me (Clear to me)
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| You’re the one they adore
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| Who they came to see (Who they came to see)
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| You’re a rock star (Baby)
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| Everybody wants you (Everybody wants you)
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| Player, who can really blame you? |
| (Who can really blame you?)
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| We’re the ones who made you
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| So baby
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| Baby, get down, down, down
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| Baby, get down, down, down
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| Baby, get down, down, down
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| Baby, get down, get down
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| Baby, get down, down, down
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| Baby, get down, down, down
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| Baby, get down, down, down
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| Baby, get down, get down
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| Oh Amy! |
| Rehab never looked so good!
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| I can't wait, I'm going back
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| Ha-ha, woo!
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| Dr. Dre! |
| 2020!
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| Yeah! |