Nov 10, 2005 15:57
'Life' by Pink
I've been a girl with her skirt pulled high.
Been a young kid who's running with mascara eyes.
I see the world as a candy store.
With a cigarette smile, saying things you can't ignore.
Like mommy I love you.
Daddy I hate you.
Brother I need you.
Lover, hey, fuck you.
I can see everything here with my third eye,
Like the blue in the sky.
If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor.
Love is the rhythm; you are the music.
If God is a DJ, life is the dance floor.
You get what you give and it's all how you use it.
I've been a girl with her finger in the air.
Unaffected by rumors, the truth: I don't care.
So open your mouth, stick out your tongue.
Might as well let go; you can't take back what you've done.
So find a new lifestyle.
A reason to smile.
Look for nirvana under the strobe lights.
You hint of sex dreams, you whisper to me:
There's no reason to cry.
If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor.
Love is the rhythm; you are the music.
If God is a DJ, life is the dance floor.
You get what you give and it's all how you use it.
Take what you get and you get what you give.
I say don't run from yourself, man that's no way to live.
I've got a record in my bag, you should give it a spin.
Put your hands in the air so that life can begin.
If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor.
Love is the rhythm; you are the music.
If God is a DJ, life is the dance floor.
You get what you give and it's all how you use it.