Ashley Tisdale in bikini

It’s not time to give this one more try, I don’t think so
Last night you said you want a last lie
I can’t let you wreck my plans
I’m planning to let you go
Oh, only one thing is true, only one thing to do
Time to delete you

Burning up all your pictures
Tearing up all your letters
Ripping up all your sweaters
This is, this is
For the better

Slashing up all your tires
Smashing up all your flowers
Grabbing back all my power
‘Cause one mess says I don’t need you
Delete you
Oh, (Oh) delete you
Whoa oh (Oh)

It’s not time to say how much you care, I don’t think so
I don’t want you, I want you not there...

I’m in disarray
I’m unkempt
And I love you sugar
Yeah this is what you do
When you run your fingers through my hair
In the morning I’m feeling like a sexy superstar

Wow, wow
You rock my party
Wanna make you stay
You’re the only one that keeps me singing la la la
I love to smell your t-shirt
I like the way you are
But most of all I like it, like it

I like what you do to my hair
Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good
I like what you do to my hair
Toss it and tease it
Run your fingers through it
Oh how you do it

Now go and mess it up, mess it up
Baby mess it up
Mess it up, mess it up
Do it till I can’t...

Hip shaker
Dream maker
Heart breaker
Earth quaker
I can be anything that you want me to

Coin spender
Mind bender
Jet setter
Go getter
Changing my get up for anything you choose

I don’t mind trying on someone else
I won’t mind seeing just how it felt
I might like changing my disguise
To make you happy

Here’s my formal invitation
You and me go masquerading
Lose ourselves in this charading
Is this love we’re imitating
Do we want what we got
If not I say so what
Here’s my formal invitation
La la la la

You can be my
School teacher
Mind reader
Dream weaver
Just be the one I can count on to play it out with me

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