Top of my chart
I'm 21, I can finally drink.
I don't know what to pick.
I finally made it.
I've graduated.
For a very long time, I've been infatuated.
By you, by what you do.
I have bubbles in my stomach.
Maybe I'm getting dumb luck.
Get the bottle of champagne.
We're on the wall of fame.
Let's make a toast.
Pop the cork.
It's time to get to work.
Let's start the day.
In the right way.
You make me feel like Rambo.
You make my heart dance to the mambo.
Set fire to my heart.
Cross through it with your dart.
Keep doing what you're doing.
You're already on top of my chart.
You make my heart bling.
You make my heart sing.
My heart was too frozen to be broken.
All it needs is its heat to start beating.
But again, please, don't mess it up.
Double tap and follow up.
It took me a while to put back the pieces.
I admit it I've met so many faces.
We both look amazing.
It's almost dazzling.
It's our time ninõs.
We're both spicier than jalapenos.
You look slick like Al Pacino.
While I strut in my vintage Valentino.
We've got casino money.
Let's go out and spend some honey.
We won't fall apart.
Look at us.
We are marvellous.
We are a piece of art.
You can hang me in any room.
This is a sweet doom.
Take me into those places.
Come closer and touch all my seven senses.
Sink or swim.
Let's take the jump.
These waters are warm.
Don't worry you won't drown.
I will be around.
Let's have a ball.
Sing along.
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