"See my idea for-" America was cut off by his phone...
I'm feeling like a star
You can't stop my shine
I'm lovin cloud nine
My head's in the sky
I'm solo, I'm riding solo
I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo-solo
He answered it and the conversation was over in five minutes. He restarted saying, "My idea for -" He was cut off by his phone once more.
I'm dancing with tears in my eyes
Just fighting to get though the night
I'm losing it
With every move I die
I'm faded, I'm broken inside
I've wasted the love of my life
I'm losing it...
He answered it, getting visably irratated. He began again saying "This idea-" His phone rang again.
Cause you know that baby I
I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-Paparazzi
Baby there's no other superstar
You know that I'll be
Your papa-paparazzi
All of the other nations started to become visably irratated with that annoying electronic device. America dashed out for a moment and returned to the meeting room, a small device in hand. His freaking phone rang again, but America had the cocky grin that only came when he had had a brilliant idea. The phone rang and halfway through a word he flipped the device on and the ringing stopped in an instant. It sounded like this-
Forever is a long time
But I wouldn't mind spen-
"My idea was that we should stop jamming signals."