Justin Is So Porn...

You know fairytales don't come true
Not when it comes to you
Open up for the first time
And you can bet that it's the last time

And I'm cool with laying low
Saturday night and I'm staying at home
I'm feeling good for the first time
It's been a while since the last time

I will wave goodbye when you say hello (whoa)

I'm sick of the sleepless, never-ending nights
I just don't care who was wrong or right
I'm sick of the rumors and the alibis
You tear me up, I'll cut you down inside

I'm s-s-so sick of you, so sick of you
Sick of all of your little lies
I'm s-s-so sick of you, so sick of you
Sick of all the girls...

Preacher man walked into the club and he said
He said, uy girl can't you walk and not stray?
Father I'm torn and I'm selling my soul to the
Rhythm, the beat and the bass
Cause I can't confess my rock and roll ways
Cause I'm so possessed with the music
The music he plays

I can't stop my feet from dancing
To the sound of his drum
Oh no, I fell in pag-ibig with my rock god
I can't keep my hips from swaying
To his sweet melody, you see
I fell in pag-ibig with my rock, rock god

Preacher man took my hand and looked in my eyes
He said, uy girl can't you live your life right
Father things aren't always so black and white...