Lock
the door!
Kiki!
Lock the door!
What's up with Nicholson?
We're gonna stir.
We're gonna stir.
Lock the door!
We're gonna stir.
We're gonna stir.
We're gonna stir.
A عليくおん
Kiki.
we are gonnawn
let me
We are gonna start.
Lock the door.
We are gonna start.
We are gonna start.
Die, Burns, Work.
We are gonna start.
Lock the door.
We are gonna start.
Die, Burns, Work.
We are gonna start.
Lock the door.
We are gonna start.
Die, Burns, Work.
We are gonna start.
Lock the door.
We
are gonna start.
Die, Burns, Work.
We are gonna start.
What's up, Miss Pickles?
Leave
me back.
Ooh, she's been a bitch tonight.
And by bitch, I mean Miss Rain.
No cabs, nowhere.
So then I get to the club,
looking like a drowned,
harassed rat,
and am greeted,
not
by Miss Rose at the door,
but our friend Johnny Five-O.
Yes, honey, the NYPD shut down the
club.
No fee for me.
I don't even know what's the deal.
So I hope you're up, girl, cause
we are all coming over.
Lock the doors,
lower the blinds,
fire up the smoke machine,
and
put on your heels,
cause I know exactly what we need.
Party, party,
party.
We are gonna start.
We are gonna start.
Lock the door.
We are gonna start.
Die, Burns, Work.
We are gonna start.
We are gonna start.
Lock
the door.
We are gonna start.
Die, Burns, Work.
We are gonna start.
Kiki, it's a party.
We're calming all your nerves.
We're spilling tea and dishing just desserts one may deserve.
And though the sun is rising,
few may choose to leave.
So shade that lid and we'll all get a cheer cheater on thee.
Let's have a kiki.
I wanna have a kiki.
Lock the doors.
Let's have a kiki, motherfucker.
I'm gonna let you have it.
Let's have a kiki.
I wanna have a kiki.
Die, Burns, Work.
Let's have a kiki.
We are gonna start and work and turn and hunt,
honey.
Sitting here and it's
having a kiki.
Lock the door.
So stop, sweetie,
no knock before you eat.
So stop, sweetie,
no knock before you eat.
So stop, sweetie,
no knock.
Knock.
Knock before.
We're going to work.
And we're locked.
It's work.
Mr.
Mr.
It's work.
It's work.
It's work.
And
Locked door.
Curves work.
Mister