Pictures framing up the past
Your taunting smirk behind the glass
This museum full of ash
Once a tickle
Now a rash
This used to be a funhouse
But now it’s full of evil clowns
It’s time to start the countdown
I’m gonna burn it down down down
I’m gonna burn it down
Echoes knocking on locked doors
All the laughter from before
I’d rather live out on the street
Than in this haunted memory
Pink: Glitter in the air;
Have you ever hated yourself for staring at the phone?
You’re whole life waiting on the ring to prove you’re not alone
Have you ever been touch so gently you had to cry?
Have you ever invited a stranger to come inside?
It’s only half past the point of oblivion
The hourglass on the table
The walk before the run
The breathe before the kiss
And the fear before the flames
Have you ever felt this way?
Pink: Bad influence;
can’t help it, I like to party, it’s genetic
It’s electrifying wind me up and watch me go
Where she stops nobody knows
A good excuse to be a bad influence on you and you
If you want me
You’re gonna have to catch me
If you wanna touch my whoa-oa-oa
And if you catch me
You’re gonna have to show me
How bad you really want my whoa-oa-oa
Taylor Swift: Love story;
Romeo take me somewhere, we can be alone.
I’ll be waiting; all there’s left to do is run.
You’ll be the prince and I’ll be the princess.
It’s a love story, baby, just say yes-
Romeo save me, they’re trying to tell me how to feel.
This love is difficult, but it’s real.
Don’t be afraid, we’ll make it out of this mess.
It’s a love story, baby, just say yes.
I got tired of waiting.
Wondering if you were ever coming around.
My faith in you was fading-
When I met you on the outskirts of town.
And I said…
Romeo save me, I’ve been feeling so alone.
I keep waiting, for you but you never come.
Is this in my head, I don’t know what to think-
He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said…
Marry me Juliet, you’ll never have to be alone.
I love you, and that’s all I really know.
I talked to your dad — go pick out a white dress
It’s a love story, baby just say… yes.
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh.
Beyonce: Sweet dream;
My guilty pleasure I ain’t goin nowhere
Baby, long as you’re here
I’ll be floating on air cause you’re my, you’re my….
You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I, don’t wanna wake up from you