Kesha - Paris Hilton's Closet

Maybe I need some rehab, au maybe just need some sleep
I've got a sick obsession, I'm seeing it in my dreams

I'm looking down every alley, I'm making those desperate calls
Im staying up all night hoping, Hit my head against the walls


What you've got boy is hard to find
Think about it all about it all the time
I'm all strung up my moyo is fried
I just cant get wewe off my mind

Because your love, your love, your love, is my drug
Your upendo your upendo your love
I alisema your love, your love, your love, is my drug
Your upendo your upendo your love

Won't listen to any advice, mamma's telling me to think twice
But left...

Stephen
Stephen
Why won't wewe call me?
Stephen, why wont wewe call me?

I saw wewe in your tight punda rocker pants
You saw me too
I laughed cause I was completely trashed
And I watched your ugly girlfreind sneer across the room
As if I really care that she's here with you
All I know's that you're my object of affection
My drug of choice
My sick obsession

Stephen
Stephen
Why won't wewe call me?
Call me?
I'm sitting here waiting
Stephen, I'm feeling pathetic.
I can't take rejection
Stephen, why wont wewe call me?

I've got guys waiting in the lines for me to play
My evil girl the games of their mind
Just watch me
I got it...