Where are the crowd We’re c-comin’ out
Got my flash on, its true 
Need that picture of you It so magical
We’d be so fantastico
Leather and jeans
Garage Glamorous
Not sure what it means
But this photo of us it don’t have a price 
Ready for those flashing light
Cause you know that baby I
I’m your biggest fan
I’ll follow you until you love me Papa,
Baby there’s no other superstar-- You know that I’ll be
Your Papa-paparazzi
Promise I’ll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby you'll be famous, chase you down until you love me Papa, 
I’ll be your girl
Backstage at your show
Velvet ropes and guitars
yeah, cause you're my rockstar In between the sets,
Eyeliner and cigarettes
Shadow is burnt-
Yellow, dance and we turn 
My lashes are dry
Purple teardrops I cry
It don’t have a price
Loving you is cherry pie 
Cause you know that baby I
Real good, we dance in the studio 
Snap snap, to that shit on the radio 
Don’t stop for anyone
We’re plastic, but we still have fun