Burnbook

Do you want love or you want fame, are you in the game? I'll follow you until you love me, papa, papa, paparazzi. Bling bling! We're beautiful and dirty rich! No, can't read your mind, Poker Face.

It's the platform where we compete on.

Rate each other. Pit yourself against one another. Competitions. Games.

Who has the most photos. Who has the most happening parties. Who is most invited. Who goes to the most events. Who has the most friends. Who knew who who knows who who is somebody who is rich or famous. Glamour and money, so sexy.

Updating for the sake of updating, showing everyone that you exist. Updating for the sake of showing that you're better. You're busy doing this, this, this and that. Oh, you're so urgh and I'm all that.

Beat that.

Lights. A smile. A kiss. Your face. Your hair, yeah like this step up the pace. Camera flashing, flashing, flashing. Stop. Dance, grind, grab that person hold it close. Snap, snap snap. Face to face not an inch of space. That expression, the model's, priceless, show it, shove it into their faces. Give them something to talk about. Get nasty. We just like to party. Oh yeah do you feel this. Lights, camera, action. No time for a breath, don't stop. Immediately. Repeat choreography.

Pointless much?

Like any good sin I just can't take my eyes of you.

But like any good hero, I will beat you.