Well, on the city of lights you gotta grow up fast and everybody's gonna love you bu-but it won't last.
And all those cameras at your face that you won't see and at the end you don't know how blind you'd be.
And so get up from your seat and so turn on the sound. Put your hand on the volume and turn it up loud.
Give it up for the haters they have in doubt 'Cause the truth about fame you don't know what it 's about.
Because we're hot like the piramyds VolHolla! If you're feeling this. For the belly dancers asking for a piece of this. The rules of the games, so i guess you gotta just-just up from the ground like a step of my piramyd.
Ha, Ha! We are trying hate like our land but, Ah! Nah! I see just diving for the fame, so just Stop! Stop! And you know I'm just a plan, but All I can hear is my girl CeCe.
Arabian nights In the city of lights.
Arabian nights In the city of lights.
Well, on the city of lights you gotta grow up fast and everybody's gonna love you but it won't last.
And all those cameras at your face that you won't see and at the end you don't know how blind you'd be. Here we go.
Cuz I know That you really wanna see me Take it slow But that's not really want before. I'm gonna blow up like desert storm
Cause I know That you really wanna see me Take it slow But that's not really want before. I'm gonna blow up like desert storm
Arabian nights In the city of lights.
Arabian nights In the city of lights.
Arabian nights, in the dark city haze VolHolla is so high Your rhythm, we're not. The whole world will see.
CeCe, c'mon.
Arabian lights In the city of lights. We're on the city of lights, man.