Lyrics of Kiss You (Parody) by Bart Baker
Oh I′m just gonna pretend that I'm riding this Bike
To make all you teen girls wet with delight
Do you feel that downstairs, that downstairs?
That′s us taking your dad's cash
Oh I know i know I know that this looks kinda strange
But I just feel right when I'm rubbing on Zayne
Please don′t tell taylor swift, she′d get pissed
Even though I dumped that bitch
Guys this is bullshit, why am I riding in this?
So we can dance with locked up men
And then we can pretend that we play instruments, by posing with them in stupid pics
Why don't we take off all our clothes
And play a game of drop the soap!
I WILL TAKE the photographs!
Oh maybe maybe if we all pretend we can ski
It will make this video less crappy
This is ridiculous, diculous
Who is directing this shit?
Oh, I'm only Irish guy singing in this song
That′s why I dance like a gay leprechaun
Also I play guitar, play guitar
Did ya know I play guitar?
Taylor Swift is on our ass
She's gonna kill Harry and then write a
About How you did her so wrong
I knew you were Trouble Harry!! Can′t you see you belong with me?
Hey Maybe I can kill the bitch
Using my secret nipple trick
Omg what the hell is that?!
They made taylor drive off the road
To celebrate let′s all dress up as
Because we all love sea – ee – men
I'm gonna give Harry a french kiss
I am gonna suck on my own dick
Taylor was just a cover up
To hide the fact I like man Butt
How the hell is she still alive
Writer(s): Savan Harish Kotecha, Rami Yacoub, Carl Anthony Falk, Johan Karl Schuster, Kristian Carl Marcus Lundin, Kristoffer Jan Patrik Fogelmark, Albin Andreas Nedler