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(C'mon y'all, c'mon y'all, c'mon y'all) Put yo' hands up Miley, Miley, Miley, Miley (C'mon y'all, c'mon y'all, c'mon y'all) Everybody put yo' hands up

Looking for someone to love me I'm looking for someone to love me Yeh-yeh-yeh-yeah I'm no angel, there so much I can take Calm down, patience Don't lose

Talkin bout my baby Cause we always breaking the mold Talkin bout my baby We don't need no secret code The way you love me down Got me goin around I think

On the first page of our story The future seemed so bright Then this thing turned out so evil I don't know why I'm still surprised Even angels have their

It's five o clock somewhere, somewhere There's dancing in the streets because somewhere, someone is having a dance-off somewhere, someone is celebrating

I don't know if it's this drink or what That got me thinking all kinds of crazy thoughts About touchin' myself and wantin' myself Lovin' myself, that'

Ooooh, New York! Ooooh, New York! Grew up in a town that is famous as a place of movie scenes Noise is always loud, there are sirens all around and the

What's somebody like you, doin in a place like this? Say, did you come alone, or did you bring all your friends? Say, what's your name, what you drinking

(Squire)I've seen all good people turn their heads each day so satisfied I'm on my way.I've seen all good people turn their heads each day so satisfied