Zsa Zsa Delacroix
Automatic Joy
She’s cool
All over the news
Left you for another
A new kind of fuse
Hold tight
Her hair looks a fright
She don’t give a mother fuck about you
Sing it
Oooh, oooh, oooh
She’ll kiss your momma
Oooh, oooh, oooh
Seduce your papa
Oooh, oooh, oooh
Self defined
She makes her own kind of happy all the time
She comes, she comes, whenever she wants
She loves, she loves, whomever she choose
She calls, she calls, whenever she feels
She is the high of automatic joy
(And if she wants you, she will let you know)
Down, down, get on down
Shake it like you want it
Get up, up
She’s automatic joy
Say it loud
Down, down, kill the frown
Party like you’re crazy
Get up, up
She does what she wants to
Automatic Joy
She’s hot
She’s something you’re not
Sexy Blonde diva
She likes it a lot
Get high
And party all night
Dance like Edie Sedgwick
Under the spotlight
Sing it
And she loves, and she loves, and she loves no one
‘Cause she’s fine, yes she’s fine, and she’s so divine