Letra de Whats makes you bautiful

Look at my face, so sweet and pure
They let me sing even though I have a stu-u-uter
We´re hangin´ tough We punch the air
Cus like the honeybadger we don´t f***ing caaaaaare
This song was made by a gay computer
We all sing high cus we´re neutered
Baby we make real bands go home and slit their wrists.
We are the seventh sign of the apocalypse
We running now cus we don´t know what water is
You don´t know Oh oh You don´t know we´re terrible
You thought that boy bands were dead, and gone,
But just like cancer, and aids we´re still going strong
10 million tween girls and old perverts can´t be wrong.
Let´s all point and run
Pointing at stuff is such fun Point Point
We don´t know we´re almost done
What´s going on? I see your thong
Girl, did you know that I´ve got the same one ooon
We´re on the beach doing a sport
We didn´t bring any beach stuff not even shorts
Here comes a girl who was paid to be here
Lets all split one luke warm beer
Me and my four friends all want you so desperately
Now that I say that out loud it sounds quite creepy
Come back here, you´re not in danger of pregnancy
Cus we don´t know oh oh
We don´t what boners are
Now lets do the nana part
This is the part where we na na na na
Every hit song needs a na na na na
You´ll wake up at night screaming na na na na
My grandmothers nickname is Nana
And now I´ll point at the place where you make babies
I want somebody to grow old and point with me.
I like the fact that we wear the same size Capri´s
I don´t know oh oh
I don´t know that I´m gay yet
Someday he´ll come out of the closet
In five years I will O.D. on heroin
One of us will be the Justin, I think it´s me
Oh I don´t think so, bro I will be the Justin one
Oh no
You will be the fat Fatone
F**k you
I will be in Musicals