Fight Paris Fuck Me Stilettos lyrics

Damn right that slut's my bitch
She fuckin' sucked my goddamn dick

First time is never enough
And second time you're 'bout to bust
And third time and you're beggin' for more
And more and more
And

Everybody now take your places
And all the ladies with the pretty faces
I'll be waiting for you backstage
To give you what you need

We got all that you're wantin'
We got all that you're needin'
We got all that you desire

I'm feelin' fine and lookin' twice as good
The things we're doin', man
I know you wish you could
The only thing that matters, my friend is
We'll be here in the end

You can't explain it
And you'll never contain it
'Cause what we are
Is something that you'll never ever be

There's no need to run and hide
When everything that you need's inside
So come along and join the ride
FP's in the place tonight

Grip it, rip it, rock it, roll it, and trip it
Everybody watchin' knows that we're bitchin'
Eyes wide and the drawers are droppin'
For what we've got

Line 'em up and we'll knock 'em down
And tonight we're getting kicked outta this town
And all we're leaving behind
Is a pile of broken hearts and tears


We got, everything that you're wantin'
We got, everything that you're needin'
We got, everything that you desire

Once onstage they start to scream our name
Once onstage they start to go insane
Offstage I'll take one back and fuck
Oh, what's her name?

You can't explain it
And you'll never contain it
'Cause what we are
Is something that you'll never ever be

There's no need to run and hide
When everything that you need's inside
So come along and join the ride
FP's in the place tonight

Listen up and listen good
'Cause I'll only say this once
Forget everything that you've seen
And heard and just keep your eyes on us

No disrespect intended
And I hate to boast and brag
But it's hard to keep my mouth shut
When I know that this shit's in the bag

And we've come too far and we've worked too hard
To just roll over and play dead
And at the end of the day there's only one things
That's still in my head

Rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll
Sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll
And if you've got a problem with that
You should just hit the fuckin' door