2nd Album (2014) - Lloyd released her second studio album, "Sorry I'm Late" on May 23, 2014, which reached number 12 in the US Billboard 200.
Label & new album?
Following speculation that her label (Epic) had dropped Lloyd, Universal Music Group announced that it had signed Lloyd had signed a deal in November 2014. Lloyd is currently working on her third studio album.
Personal life
Cher Lloyd married Craig Monk in a secret ceremony on November 18, 2013.
Miscellaneous
Lloyd has performed on T4 on the Beach. She has also performed at the Leeds Aire FM Party in the Park and Key 103 Live Manchester, both on the day of release of her debut single.
She had auditioned for The X Factor twice before (when the minimum age was lower) singing ballads but it was only after reinventing herself in 2010 that she got through to see the judges. Lloyd has previously performed at holiday camps and said she gets a mixed reaction to her music. She auditioned singing the Keri Hilson version of Turn My Swag On. At bootcamp she sang a rap version of Viva La Vida adding lyrics she claimed to have written herself, but this was disputed and reports claimed she took them from a song by rapper Swizz Beatz.
At the judges' houses she performed Cooler Than Me but suffered a throat infection and was unable to complete her song. She was given a second chance, but broke down sobbing and could not complete the song. Despite this, she was picked as one of the final three girls by mentor Cole. Lloyd sang a rendition of Just Be Good to Me in the first of the live shows. In the second live show she sang "Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem)". In the fourth live show she sang "Stay" and did not rap for the first time. Cowell called the performance the best of the series. In the seventh week, Lloyd was in the bottom two for the first time after her rendition of "Imagine". Cowell, Cole and Walsh all saved her, resulting in Paije Richardson being eliminated.
M.F.P.O.T.Y
Cher Lloyd Lyrics
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But I'm out with my girls and you can't touch lightning
So we dance, so we dance like you're just not there
Only been over here 'bout a minute
But you already sound like a dick, stop tryin'
So we dance, so we dance like you're just not there
'Cause Ew! What's wrong with you?
But you're, ew, just not my type
And the next time I won't be so polite
'Cause
Hey, this could be great, this could be great
This could be the mother fucking party of the year
Trying too hard, trying to be hot
Trying to keep on talking to us but we don't care
Keep it all in your pants boy
Keep it all in your pants boy (this could be the mother fucking party of the year)
So you can tell all your friends playing cupid
That it ain't gonna work 'cause you just look foolish
Back it up, back it up, yeah hello goodbye
Get a hold of yourself before I lose it
Baby laugh all you like, but I just might do it
Back it up, back it up, cause you're killin' vibes
'Cause ew! what's wrong with you?
No, the problem is not my attitude
But you're, ew, just not my type
And the next time I won't be so polite
'Cause
Hey, this could be great, this could be great
This could be the mother fucking party of the year
Trying too hard, trying to be hot
Trying to keep talking to us but we don't care
Keep it all in your pants boy
Keep it all in your pants boy (this could be the mother fucking party of the year)
Yeah, uh huh, yeah, let's go!
Hey boy, this should be the part
This should be the part where you eat your words like
Hey boy, this should be the part
This should be the part where I kick ya to the curb like
Hey boy, this should be the part
This should be the part where you eat your words like
Hey boy, this should be the part
This should be the part where I kick ya to the curb like
Thanks, but no thanks!
Hey, this could be great, this could be great
This could be the mother fucking party of the year
Trying too hard, trying to be hot
Trying to keep talking to us but we don't care
Keep it all in your pants boy
Keep it all in your pants boy (this could be the mother fucking party of the year)
Hey, this could be great, this could be great
This could be the mother fucking party of the year
Trying too hard, trying to be hot
Trying to keep talking to us but we don't care
Keep it all in your pants boy
Keep it all in your pants boy (this could be the mother fucking party of the year)
Keep it all in your pants boy
You ain't got a chance boy
In Cher Lloyd's song M.F.P.O.T.Y. (Mother Fucking Party of the Year), the lyrics describe a situation where a boy is trying too hard to impress the girl and her friends. The girl is out with her girls, dancing and having a good time, and the boy is trying to get their attention. But they don't care about what he has to say, and he's just killing the vibe. She tells him to keep it in his pants and back it up because he's not her type. She's not interested, and the next time he approaches her, she won't be so polite. Ultimately, she's telling him that he has no chance with her and that he should move on.
The song is a fun, upbeat anthem for girls who just want to have a good time with their friends without being bothered by guys who can't take a hint. It's an empowering message that encourages girls to enjoy themselves and not worry about what other people think. The chorus, "This could be the mother fucking party of the year," is a declaration that the girls are going to have a great time, and nothing is going to ruin it.
Line by Line Meaning
Boy, I know that you want some of all this
But I'm out with my girls and you can't touch lightning
I know you're attracted to me, but I'm out with my friends and you can't get my attention.
So we dance, so we dance like you're just not there
Only been over here 'bout a minute
But you already sound like a dick, stop tryin'
We're dancing like you're not even here, and you've already said something inappropriate. Stop trying so hard.
'Cause Ew! What's wrong with you?
No, the problem is not my attitude
But you're, ew, just not my type
And the next time I won't be so polite
I'm not interested in you, and it's not because of my attitude. You're just not my type, and I won't be as nice to you next time.
Hey, this could be great, this could be great
This could be the mother fucking party of the year
Trying too hard, trying to be hot
Trying to keep on talking to us but we don't care
Keep it all in your pants boy
Keep it all in your pants boy (this could be the mother fucking party of the year)
This party could be amazing, but you're ruining it by trying too hard and talking too much. Control yourself and let us enjoy the party.
So you can tell all your friends playing cupid
That it ain't gonna work 'cause you just look foolish
Back it up, back it up, yeah hello goodbye
Get a hold of yourself before I lose it
Baby laugh all you like, but I just might do it
Back it up, back it up, cause you're killin' vibes
You can try to play matchmaker with your friends, but you'll only embarrass yourself. Back off before I lose my temper and ruin the vibe of this party.
Hey boy, this should be the part
This should be the part where you eat your words like
Hey boy, this should be the part
This should be the part where I kick ya to the curb like
Hey boy, this should be the part
This should be the part where you eat your words like
Hey boy, this should be the part
This should be the part where I kick ya to the curb like
Thanks, but no thanks!
This is the part where you should apologize and leave, or I'll have to kick you out. Thanks, but no thanks.
Hey, this could be great, this could be great
This could be the mother fucking party of the year
Trying too hard, trying to be hot
Trying to keep talking to us but we don't care
Keep it all in your pants boy
Keep it all in your pants boy (this could be the mother fucking party of the year)
This party could be epic, but you're trying too hard and we're not interested. Keep your behavior in check and let us enjoy the party.
Keep it all in your pants boy
You ain't got a chance boy
Control yourself and stop trying to hit on me. You have no chance.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: CHER LLOYD, SAVAN KOTECHA, MARK BORRERO, JOHAN CARL ERIK CARLSSON, KARL SCHUSTER
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@MsSELENAFAN21
How do people NOT like this song??? This song is absolute perfection. I love that Cher is done caring what ever one thinks and is just doing what she wants to do
@ari8a8
2020 and this is still one of the best albums out there <3
@shehrozislam9359
Yaasss
@lorrynalvis8246
I love how it adds a piece of the puzzle to the album picture every time a new song is put up! ❤️
@mir5804
This album is probably going to be 2014's best!!
Keep it up Cher <3
@maeveoreilly3206
you are so right
@magmakeeper2405
Yeah!
@alexmiles8417
Agreed
@sokpuntheanu1032
yeah ! ^^
@DrDeath-my5nn
She has such great music to turn up loud in the car and just jam