Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Starstrukk [*]’ by 3OH!3. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 3OH!3 or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Nice legs, Daisy Dukes,
Makes a man go (whistles),
That’s the way they all come through like (whistles),
Low-cut, see-through shirts that make ya (whistles),
That’s the way she come through like (whistles),
Cause I just set them up,
Just set them up,
Just set them up (to knock them down),
Cause I just set them up,
Just set them up,
Just set them up,
To knock them down
I think I should know how to make love to something innocent
Without leaving my fingerprints out,
Now, l-o-v-e’s just another word I never learned to pronounce,
How do I say I’m sorry ’cause the word is never gonna come out,
Now,
L-o-v-e’s just another word I never learned to pronounce
Tight jeans, double D’s makin’ me go (whistles),
All the people on the street know (whistles),
Iced out, lit-up make the kids go (whistles),
All the people on the street know (whistles),
Cause I just set them up,
Just set them up,
Just set them up (to knock them down),
Cause I just set them up,
Just set them up,
Just set them up,
To knock them down
I think I should know how to make love to something innocent
Without leaving my fingerprints out,
Now, l-o-v-e’s just another word I never learned to pronounce,
How do I say I’m sorry ’cause the word is never gonna come out,
Now,
L-o-v-e’s just another word I never learned to pronounce
Push it baby, push it baby,
Out of control,
I got my gun cocked tight and I’m ready to blow,
Push it baby, push it baby,
Out of control,
This is the same old dance that you already know,
Push it baby, push it baby,
Out of control,
I got my gun cocked tight and I’m ready to blow,
Push it baby, push it baby,
Out of control,
This is the same old dance that you already know
I think I should know how to make love to something innocent
Without leaving my fingerprints out,
Now, l-o-v-e’s just another word I never learned to pronounce