Icona_Pop_I_Love_It — Unknown | караоке с текстом и отключением вокала

Det som är hemskt som har hänt nu, när man går förbi någon som man tycker är riktigt snygg, då har vi börjat köra "oh, shit, checka". I got this feeling on the summer day when you were gone. I crashed my car into the bridge. I watched, I let it burn. I threw your shit into a bag and pushed it down the stairs. I crashed my car into the bridge. I don't care. I love it. I don't care. I got this feeling on the summer day when you were gone. I crashed my car into the bridge. I watched, I let it burn. I threw your shit into a bag and pushed it down the stairs. I crashed my car into the bridge. I don't care. I love it. I don't care. You're on a different road, I'm in the Milky Way. You want me down on earth, but I am up in space. You're so damn hard to please, we gotta kill this switch. You're from the seventies, but I'm a nineties bitch. I love it. I love it. I got this feeling on the summer day when you were gone. I crashed my car into the bridge. I watched, I let it burn. I threw your shit into a bag and pushed it down the stairs. I crashed my car into the bridge. I don't care. I love it. I don't care. I love it, I love it. I don't care. I love it. I don't care. You're on a different road, I'm in the Milky Way. You want me down on earth, but I am up in space. You're so damn hard to please, we gotta kill this switch. You're from the seventies, but I'm a nineties bitch. I don't care. I love it. I don't care. I love it, I love it. I don't care. I love it. I don't care. I love it, I love it. I don't care. I love it.