[bad word] 
All my stripper friends
All my ex-boyfriends
We all want the same thing
We all want the same thing
Parties in the bar, reaching for the stars
We all want the same thing

DoesnÂ’t matter what you need to get you through your day
If you buy it, or just sell it or just give it away
ItÂ’s the same at the end of the day
DoesnÂ’t matter if you pray or if you stop praying
Sounds are spinning in your head, and they just wonÂ’t stop playinÂ’
ItÂ’s the same at the end of the day
 [bad word] 
All my stripper friends
All my ex-boyfriends
We all want the same thing
We all want the same thing
Parties in the bar, reaching for the stars
We all want the same thing
We all want the same thing

DoesnÂ’t matter if they care or if they donÂ’t care less
You got your finger on the trigger of your favourite black dress
ItÂ’s okay at the end of the day
DoesnÂ’t matter if youÂ’re open or afraid to fall
All that matters is that you stay [bad word] to who you are
ItÂ’s okay at the end of the day
 [bad word] 
All my stripper friends
All my ex-boyfriends
We all want the same thing
We all want the same thing
Parties in the bar, reaching for the stars
We all want the same thing
All my stripper friends
All my ex-boyfriends
We all want the same thing
We all want the same thing
Books in this small town, ballaÂ’s all around
We all want the same thing

We all wanna live, we all wanna learn
How to love without getting burned
We want to be loved, are we good enough?
Yeah yeah [bad word] 
All my stripper friends
All my ex-boyfriends
We all want the same thing
We all want the same thing
Parties in the bar, reaching for the stars
We all want the same thing
All my stripper friends
All my ex-boyfriends
We all want the same thing
We all want the same thing
Parties in the bar, reaching for the stars
We all want the same thing