Wrecking Ball

She's a wrecking ball
Like a fever I burn faster
She she, She's gone faster
It's cold gin time for my disaster
Her machine will make you weary
She she she's gone faster
Her high-speed mind is what I'm fearing
She's a disaster

Hold on to your head
Hold on to your heart
Ready get set
Tear this place apart

Oh my god she's a wrecking machine
She burned my motor ran my engine clean
Quick flicks dirty tricks take your pick
She does it all
She's a wrecking ball

She's going down below to the fire
She she, she's gone faster
And I don't give a damn if it takes me higher
If she don't care bout elimination
Then I don't give a fuck it's my bad reputation
She's a disaster

Hold on to your head
Hold on to your heart
Ready get set
Tear this place apart

Oh my god she's a wrecking machine
She burned my motor ran my engine clean
Quick flicks dirty tricks take your pick
She does it all
She's a wrecking ball

Wrecking ball
Wrecking ball

She's my wrecking ball

Oh my god she's a wrecking machine
She burned my motor ran my engine clean
Quick flicks dirty tricks take your pick
She does it all
Oh my god she's a wrecking machine
She burned my motor ran my engine clean
Quick flicks dirty tricks take your pick
She does it all
She's a wrecking ball

Wrecking ball
Wrecking ball
Wrecking ball
Wrecking ball



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Conlin Armes, Eric Davis, Mikey Levinson, Sean Scura
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