Its friday night, she's looking for a party
Going to a club she knows well
Limos stocked with all of her favorites
No trouble now but the night is young
Red carpet, she's on the guest list
Steps out with her skirt hiked high
Turns and flashes a smile that's dangerous
Puts down her smoke and walks away
Get on that dance floor,
and move now
Its late but the club is still hopping
Shes doing shots and smoking salvia
Throws her hands up, DJ playin her song
Grinds to the beat as we watch and moan
Its a tough life, hollywood socialite
Moneys easy and d** are free
All she does is smile for the camera
Hopin' that her image can survive the ride
Just don't look at what
We've found now
She's so crazy when she's let loose in the city
Billy's little baby's not a baby anymore
Look at what we've found now
Just look at what we've found now
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The way she moves it couldn't be hotter
The way she looks couldn't be any better
And what she thinks just doesn't matter
And when she speaks I just want to k** her
She's so crazy
When she's set loose inside the city
When no one's watching
She knows how to throw down
She's so crazy when she lets loose in the city
Billy's little baby's not a baby anymore
Look at what we've found now
Just look at what we've found now