Noughties Queens

Hey
I'm a survivor
Hit me baby one more time

People always talk about (Ey oh ey oh ey oh)
All the things they're all about (Ey oh ey oh ey oh)
Write it on a piece of paper (Paper)
Got a feeling I'll see you later

There's something 'bout this
Let's keep it moving
And if it's good, let's just get something cooking
'Cause I really wanna rock with you
I'm feeling some connection to the things you do (You do, you do)

I don't know what it is (I'm a survivor)
That makes me feel like this (I'm a survivor)
I don't know who you are (I'm a survivor)
But you must be some kind of superstar
'Cause you've got all eyes on you no matter where you are

Hit me baby one more time
Show me how you want it to be
Tell me baby, 'cause I need to know, oh because
My loneliness is killing me (And I)
I must confess, I still believe (Still believe)
When I'm not with you I lose my mind
Give me a sign
Hit me baby one more time

I'm a survivor
I'm not gon' give up
I'm not gon' stop
I'm gon' work harder
I'm a survivor
I'm gonna make it
I will survive
Keep on surviving
No, I don't want no scrub
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me
Hangin' out the passenger's side
Of his best friend's ride
Tryin' to holla at me
Come, Mr. DJ, song pon de replay
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin' some more
Come Mr DJ, won't you turn the music up?

No, I don't want no scrubs

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you cannot find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin

So I put my hands up
They're playing my song (No one else can feel it for you)
The butterflies fly away (Only you can let it in) (Fly, flying away)
Nodding my head like yeah (No one else, no one else) (Are never, ever ever)
Moving my hips like yeah (Can speak the words on your lips) (Baby, you're the one)

So I put my hands up (You go talk to your friends)
They're playing my song (You still turn me on)
You know it's gonna be okay (My friends talk to me) (You can make me)
Yeah, it's a party in the USA (We are never, ever, ever)

The rest is still unwritten
Unwritten