When I walk into the room people stop and stare
It's like nobody else is there
You know it's me not you
Who said anything about you
Boys and girls pretend to know me, they try so hard
And I get what I want, my name is my credit card
Don't try to hate me because I am so popular..
Pop, pop, popular! Pop, pop, popular!
Boys and girls pretend to know me, they try so hard
And I get what I want, my name is my credit card
Don't try to hate me because I am so popular..
Pop, pop, popular!
You always wanna be around me
So you know what it's like
When the world is at your feet
And you're VIP tonight
You've either you got it or you don't
And I'm sorry you won't
Get there by using me
Just go & do your own thing
Boys and girls pretend to know me, they try so hard
And I get what I want, my name is my credit card
Don't try to hate me because I am so popular
Pop, pop, popular!
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
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Posted by (gun)ner at 3:33 PM
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1 comments:
did u write that? it sounds like you.
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