Whose fault? Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out
better watch out, Cupid stuck me with a sickness Pull your little arrows out, let me live my life The one I better lead, all the blinds are fantasies
I'm livin' in the 21st century, doin' something mean to it Do it better than anybody ya ever seen do it Screams from the haters, got a nice ring to it
I think I just fell in love with a porn star Turn the camera on, she a born star Turn the corners in a foreign car Call the coroners, do the CPR She
Wanna make a bet We'll be neck to neck taking off the gloves Spider versus bat Tiger versus rat, rabbit versus dove Wanna make a bet Odds are neck to
All the gold and the guns in the world couldn't get you off All the gold and the guns and the girls couldn't get you off All the boys, all the choices
I shoot the lights out Until it's bright out Oh, just another lonely night Are you willing to sacrifice your life? Bitch, I'm a monster, no-good blood
Can we get much higher? So high Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Can we get much higher? So high Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I fantasized 'bout this
(1st verse) I Fantasized about this back in Chicago mercy mercy me that mercy yalago thats me the first year that i blow how you say broke in Spanish
[Intro] All of the lights (All of the lights) (Lights, lights) All of the lights (All of the lights) [Chorus 1 - Rihanna] Turn up the lights in here
Ain't no question if I want it, I need it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me I'm on the edge so why you playing? I'm saying I will never ever
And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong You been putting up with my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the
One hand in the air if you don't really care Two hands in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, I mean ridiculous It's like that
I'm up in the woods I'm down on my mind I'm building a still To slow down the time I'm up in the woods I'm down on my mind I'm building a still To slow
fantasy? Automatic, I imagine, I believe [Incomprehensible] Do you live, do you die Do you bleed for the fantasy? Do you live, do you die Do you bleed for the fantasy
Dear Mr. Fantasy play us a tune Something to keep us all happy Do anything, take us out of this gloom Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy You are
I love it though I love it though You know Put your hands to the constellations They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation I know I'm preachin
say you'll stay The next you're changing your plans Hey little baby Ain't much point in hanging around (Yea). Cause' if you ain't got time for me I'll find another Fantasy
