You can go to hell, girl
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You better watch yourself [x2]
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Wait up last Friday night
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The party looked alright
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Just as I stepped on in
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I saw you look at him
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Oh hell no, excuse me, what?
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Must be jokin' around
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Best leave your pumps at home
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I'm ready to throw down
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[Chorus]
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You can go to hell, girl
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You better watch yourself
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I'm feelin' feisty, alright
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Friday night bitch fight
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I saw you by the pool
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Rubbin' up on his leg
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Tell him he's lookin' fine
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Even though you know he's mine
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So then I walk over
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You act like nothin's up
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"Oh hey, are you with him?"
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You know that, you dirty slut
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[Chorus]
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You can go to hell, girl
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You better watch yourself
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I'm feelin' feisty, alright
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Friday night bitch fight
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Maybe we can just talk about it
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We really shouldn't resort to violence
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I'm not the jealous type
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But get your dirty hands off his thigh
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So then I pushed you in
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Skirt flappin' in the wind
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Hope you know how to swim
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Ha ha ha, I always win
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But as I'm gigglin'
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I turn around and see your friends
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Three tall pissed off vixens
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I laugh and say to them
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[Chorus]
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"You can go to hell, girl
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You better watch yourself" [x4]
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I'm feelin' feisty, alright
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Friday night bitch fight [x4]
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Friday Night Bitch Fight
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Ke$ha (Kesha) |