Groupies - Faustix Remix
She was nineteen in love with everything but the law,
addicted to the sin of the scene
And every boy she ever met got easier to forget
cause she always let them slip through the seams
And all those late night sessions with all the wrong intentions
Always end up in the back of the car
I guess her daddy didn't get
What his daughter really meant
When she said she was shootin' for the star.
She was twenty-one ragin'
Addicted to backstage as the bottles of champagne
As long as she ain't payin', she's the last one stayin'
As long as someone's playin'
Cause the DJ's always driving her home.
And all those late night confessions
In all the wrong message
Once again she's in the back of the car.
I guess her daddy didn't get
What his daughter really meant
When she said she was shootin' for the stars.
Calm down, baby
You can be my lady,
You can run this city with me.
Hah, groupie.
She was twenty-one ragin'
Addicted to backstage as the bottles of champagne
As long as she ain't payin', she's the last one stayin'
As long as someone's playin'
Cause the DJ's always driving her home.
And all those late night confessions
In all the wrong message
Once again she's in the back of the car.
I guess her daddy didn't get
What his daughter really meant
When she said she was shootin' for the stars.
Calm down, baby
You can be my lady,
You can run this city with me.
Hah, groupie.
addicted to the sin of the scene
And every boy she ever met got easier to forget
cause she always let them slip through the seams
And all those late night sessions with all the wrong intentions
Always end up in the back of the car
I guess her daddy didn't get
What his daughter really meant
When she said she was shootin' for the star.
She was twenty-one ragin'
Addicted to backstage as the bottles of champagne
As long as she ain't payin', she's the last one stayin'
As long as someone's playin'
Cause the DJ's always driving her home.
And all those late night confessions
In all the wrong message
Once again she's in the back of the car.
I guess her daddy didn't get
What his daughter really meant
When she said she was shootin' for the stars.
Calm down, baby
You can be my lady,
You can run this city with me.
Hah, groupie.
She was twenty-one ragin'
Addicted to backstage as the bottles of champagne
As long as she ain't payin', she's the last one stayin'
As long as someone's playin'
Cause the DJ's always driving her home.
And all those late night confessions
In all the wrong message
Once again she's in the back of the car.
I guess her daddy didn't get
What his daughter really meant
When she said she was shootin' for the stars.
Calm down, baby
You can be my lady,
You can run this city with me.
Hah, groupie.
Credits
Writer(s): Kalani Moe, Taui Alan Moe, Nicholas Kingsley
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