Stephen
Stephen
Why won't you call me?
Stephen, why won't you call me?

I saw you
In your tight-ass rocker pants
You saw me too
I laughed, cause I was completely trashed
And I watched your ugly girlfriend
Sneer across the room
As if I really care
That she's here with you
All I know is

You're my object of affection
My drug of choice, my sick obsession

Stephen
Why won't you call me?
I'm sitting here waiting
Why won't you call me?
Stephen
I'm feeling pathetic
I can't take rejection
Why won't you call me?

I've got guys
Waiting in the line
For me to play
My evil girl
The games with all their minds
Just watch me
I've got it down to a simple art
Just bat my eyes like this
And there's a broken heart
But somehow

You've turned the tables

How i meet the kesha you love and know today.
kesha was just a small town girl she didn't want all the jewelry and the fame and all that stuff she was simple. so one day i see this girl i thought she was cute i asked her her name she said kesha. I was like in my mind this girl is hot so i was like are you new around here she said no i lived here for most of my life i was like why have i never seen you around she said i work in my dad's bakery but you could tell she did not like doing it she was like i wanna be a pop singer one day i was like can you even sing she proved me wrong her singing was amazing i said you should sign up for some big singing audition. she was like your right i will. few months past some big time music recruiter saw her at one her her past performances etc. she had money,, fame, power, she was great i was happy for her. so i can to her show after the show i asked would u wanna go out there was a 2 sec. gap i was nervous but she said yes she was wonder why i never asked her before i said i dint know if you would say yes then we went to the city so get a burger(=

I know I'm not perfect,
I know I got issues,
I know I've got a sordid past,
And, yeah, some mad tattoos.

I'm not a model,
I'm not a saint,
I'm sorry but I am,
Just not sorry,
'Cause I swear and,
'Cause I drink.

Maybe it's about the time,
To let all of the love,
Back in the light.
Maybe it's about the perfect place,
To let go and forget,
About the hate.

Love into the light.

I know we're all different,
Baby, that's life,
But all of these differences,
They make me feel alive.

And I've got this question, yeah,
Been burning through my head,
Can't we all get over ourselves,
And just stop talkin' shit?

Maybe it's about the time,
To let all of the love,
Back in the light.
Maybe it's about the perfect place,
To let go and forget,
About the hate.