Chelsea Boots Guilty Pleasure
She's brings the worst of me
She wants to eat my heart
She loves my pants
But don't know what's under
Her class is heavyweight
Looks massive in the charts
(No way!)
Mamma told me about it
Ego trips will delude your head inside
Bubblegum is a plastic soul's delight
Fame is calling you
Why don't you give it a try boy?
It's the sweetest infection
Fame is loving you
Why don't you love her back boy?
It's such a guilty pleasure
She dated Charlie Sheen
She cuts the public eye
Makes my dreams
A glittery nightmare
Guitars au naturel
No more a private fling
(No way!)
I've been stuck in a headline
Barbie dolls with a lust for life in line
(Ok now, I want everyone to sing it)
Fame is calling you
Why don't you give it a try boy?
It's the sweetest infection
Fame is loving you
Why don't you love her back boy?
It's such a guilty pleasure
You're a part of the everyday show
You're a drop in the circus madness
You're a part of the everyday show
You're a drop in the circus madness
You're a part of the everyday show
You're a drop in the circus madness
You're a part of the everyday show
You're a drop in the circus madness
Fame is calling you
Why don't you give it a try boy?
It's the sweetest infection
Fame is loving you
Why don't you love her back boy?
It's such a guilty pleasure
Fame is calling you
Why don't you give it a try boy?
It's the sweetest infection
Fame is loving you
Why don't you love her back boy?
It's such a guilty pleasure