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david a. scott – love is a battlefield (literal music video) lyrics

[intro/ chorus 1]
(we are young) i’m on a bus
(heartache to heartache) i thought i was walking
(we stand) where am i?
(no promises) i’m so confused
(no demands) what the h-ll?
(love is a battlefield) i’m having a flashback
(don’t you woah woah me young lady!)

[chorus 2]
point and yell (i can point and yell too!)
walk backwards as i rebel (we only walk forwards in my house!)
tight pants show off my dad’s b-tt
boy in a window (can i have your room?)
look up dramatically

[verse 1]
don’t trip on the b-m
check out these guns
this guy has bigger b–bs than me!
i’m on 8th avenue
those two don’t want fresh eggs
i should have had some of his coffee

those guys on the left side are now on the right
this one wears half a shirt
you can see his panty line
(these eggs aren’t fresh at all)

[chorus 1]
it’s real dark
but i’m still walking upstairs
he wears sungl-sses indoors
is that lou bega?

[chorus 2]
bend and stretch
guy with a pedo mustache
pulls me into a slow dance
stare at the ceiling
i look like a drag queen

[verse 2]
i’m writing a note
while this girl has a smoke
my brother stole my bed
and i hand her a drink
then i wave him away
what is this dead thing on my head?
(dont touch my b–b!)
now that girl with the hair bow
is getting har-ssed
so, let’s gang up on this guy
and make him watch us dance

[bridge]
okay girls, just like we rehe-rs-d it!
knee kick, knee kick, one two three and
b–by shake, b–by shake, b–by shake, b–by shake
tae bo, tae bo, tae bo, tae bo
start backing up, look kinda scared
shoulder, shoulder, shoulder, shoulder
rock and rock and rock and superstar!
bunny hop, bunny hop, bunny hop, superstar!
stomp those grapes and turnaround
dramatic prairie dog, get back up again
stick em, play the air guitar
stick em, play the air guitar
when you’re a jet
you’re a jet all the way
from your first cigarette
to your last dyin’ day
levitation
jazz hands, jazz hands, jazz hands, jazz hands
elvis presley, elvis presley
bring, it, de plane!

[chorus 1]
bad gold tooth
lou wants to dance with us, too
don’t know mambo number five
throw someone’s drink at him
(hey someone him drink that, why i oughta oh cr-p!)

[chorus 2]
we crouch down
dork dancing in the background
nighttime as we all walk out
suddenly daytime
hug random prost-tute

[outro]
i have nice earrings
love your bow, love your wig
brittney, aquasia, chloe, mercedes, philippe (yo!)
don’t know you, and i miss you most of all sk-nkho!
wait, i’m on a bus again, but now i’m walking again?
is this a flashback, a dream?
am i going home, to the city?
is this the past, the future?
screw it! i’m going back to sleep

- david a scott lyrics

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