Starstruck

Groove, slam, work it back.

Filter that, baby, bump that track.

Groove, slam, work it back.

Filter that, baby, bump that track.

Groove, slam, work it back, Space Cowboy just by,

play that track.

Gaga in the room.

Filter that, baby, bump that track.

So starstruck, cherry, cherry, cherry, cherry,

boom boom.

Rolling out to the club on the weekends;

stylin' out to the beat that you're freakin'.

Fantasize I'm the track that you're tweakin';

blow my heart up.

Put your hands on my waist,

pull the fader.

Run it back with original flavor.

Cue me up;

I'm the 12 on your table.

I'm so starstruck!

(Am)Starstruck, (Fmaj7)baby, 'cause you blow my heart up.

I'm so (Am)starstruck,

(Fmaj7)baby, 'cause you blow my heart up.

I'm so (Am)starstruck,

(F)baby, 'cause you blow my heart up.

I'm so (Am)starstruck,

(F)baby, 'cause you blow my heart up.

I'm so...

Baby, now that we're alone, got a request:

Would you make me number one on your playlist?

Got your Dre headphones with the left side on.

Wanna scratch me back and forth,

back and forth, uhhuh.

Put your hands on my waist,

pull the fader.

Run it back with original flavor.

With the breakdown first, up until the chorus to the verse,

rekerekereverse. (Am)Starstruck, (Fmaj7)baby, 'cause you blow my heart up.

I'm so (Am)starstruck,

(Fmaj7)baby, 'cause you blow my heart up.