Lyrics: Michael Fallon/Phillipa Alexander/Ellie Wyatt
Music: Michael Fallon/Phillipa Alexander/Ellie Wyatt
No, you can't tell me what I like (what I like)
I ain't no typical stereotype (no)
I got my shades on and my bling
I'm king, my ring-a-ling-a-ling
You can't touch this (you can't touch this) Ha
I got a fashion that you want a piece of (oh yea)
So full of passion and so full of love (l-ove)
This is the high-life, this is the fame
I'll make you want a piece of me, again and again
I got a style that makes you look at me twice (twice)
I could be bad but I could also be nice (oh yea)
This is the high-life, this is the fame
I'll make you want a piece of me, again and again
No, you can't put a label on it (nuh-oh)
I'm something like a supersonic (s-s-s-supersonic)
I started trendy in my teens
With my jeans, to your never ending dreams
No, you can't touch this (you can't touch this) Ha
I got a fashion that you want a piece of (oh yea)
So full of passion and so full of love (l-ove)
This is the high-life, this is the fame
I'll make you want a piece of me, again and again
I got a style that makes you look at me twice (twice)
I could be bad but I could also be nice (oh yea)
This is the high-life, this is the fame
I'll make you want a piece of me, again and again
I got a fashion that you want a piece of (oh yea)
So full of passion and so full of love (l-ove)
This is the high-life, this is the fame
I'll make you want a piece of me, again and again
I got a style that makes you look at me twice (twice)
I could be bad but I could also be nice (oh yea)
This is the high-life, this is the fame
I'll make you want a piece of me, I'll make you want a piece of me, again and again