Kesha - Letters To The Editors

You
You can't do that to me
You, ou, ou
Your bloody plumsy
You've got the paper
But we've got the pen
Looks like your formula
Won't work in the end

Add it up
Spit it out
Tell me what
I care about
Subtract the differences
Til' it's all the same
Addicted the suspect
And I am to blame

You
You can't turn me
Into something
That I don't wanna be
My god it's like a thriller
My dreams about to conquer
My love is like a power
I want? them to devour me Add it up
Spit it out
Tell me what
I care about
Subtract the differences
Til' it's all the same
Addicted the suspect
And I am to blame

You
You can't turn me
Into something
That I don't wanna be
My god it's like a thriller
My dreams about to conquer
My love is like a chopper
I want that you devour me

Add it up
Spit it out
Tell me what
I care about
Subtract the differences
Til' it's all the same
Addicted the suspect
And I am to blame