Video, Letra :: Kesha - Blah blah blah

Oh
Ba da da da ba da da da da

Comin' out your mouth with your blah blah blah
Zip your lip like a padlock
And meet me at the back with the jack and the jukebox
I don't really care where you live at
Just turn around boy, let me hit that
Don't be a little bitch with your chit chat
Just show me where your dicks at

Musics up
Listen hot stuff
I'm in love
With this song
So just hush
Baby shut up
Heard enough

Stop t-t-talkin' that
Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Car-ar-ar
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah

Boy come on get your rocks stuff
Come put a little love in my glove box
I wanna dance with no pants on, holla
Meet me in the back with the jack and the jukebox
So cut to the chase kid
'Cause I know you don't care what my middle name is
I'm gunna be naked
And your wasted

Musics up
Listen hot stuff
I'm in love
With this song
So just hush
Baby shut up
Heard enough

Stop t-t-talkin' that
Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Car-ar-ar
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah

[30H]
You be delaying, you always sayin' some shit
You say I'm playin' I'm never layin the disc
Sayin blah blah blah cause I don't care who you are
In this bar it only matters who I is

Stop t-t-talkin' that
Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Car-ar-ar
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah

Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Car-ar-ar
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah

Ohh
Blah Blah Blah
Stop talking
Stop t-t-talkin' that