More songs by BEAUTY SCHOOL DROPOUT
Description
Producer: Neal Avron
Writer: Brent Michael Burdett
Writer: Bardo Novotny
Writer: Cole Hutzler
Writer: Honorable Enoch K. Osei-Acheampong
Lyrics and translation
Original
Heard you're a talker, baby, so let's talk.
This place is empty and you're pouring up scotch again.
I told the club to get you what you want. Let's go all night, my love, no way you're keeping up.
Let's pour another drink, yeah, yeah, and toast to our mistakes.
Everybody wants a rockstar 'til they got one.
She only hangs with models, but she's not one.
Popping bottles every weekend like a bottle.
But you know Madonna, no, you know Madonna, yeah.
So what's the matter, baby? You look lost.
Something told me I would find you at the rocks again.
This life is never what you really gonna want, but that's alright, my love, the night has just begun.
Let's pour another drink, yeah, yeah, and toast to our mistakes.
Everybody wants a rockstar 'til they got one.
She only hangs with models, but she's not one. Popping bottles every weekend like a bottle. But you know
Madonna, no, you know Madonna.
Had to send you right back where I got you.
Ain't no turning wine back into water.
I know I'm no angel, I haven't forgotten.
But you know Madonna, no, you know Madonna, yeah.
Let's pour another drink, yeah, yeah, and toast to our mistakes.
Everybody wants a rockstar 'til they got one.
She only hangs with models, but she's not one.
Popping bottles every weekend like a bottle. But you know Madonna, no, you know Madonna.
Had to send you right back where I got you.
Ain't no turning wine back into water. I know I'm no angel, I haven't forgotten. But you know
Madonna, no, you know Madonna, yeah.