It's your first date and she/he asks what type of music you like. What's the guilty pleasure you won't tell her/him about?

So I put my hands up. They're playin' my song, the butterflies fly away. I'm noddin' my head like, yeah. Movin' my hips like, yeah. I got my hands up, they're playin' my song. They know I'm gonna be okay. Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A. Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A.