Straight-up cotton candy and Lip Smackers that I feel a bit embarrassed to wear, like being caught kissing a Camp Rock pillow.
OR
I'm hot, you're cold
You go around like you know
Who I am, but you don't
You got me on my toes
I'm slipping into the lava
And I'm trying to keep from going under
Baby who turn the temperature hotter
Cause I'm burnin' up, burnin' up
For you baby
(sung while taping up Jonas Brothers posters in yr. room)
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