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You're so gorgeous I'll do anything
I'll kiss you from your feet to where your head begins
You're so perfect you're so right as rain
You make me
Make me, make me, make me hungry again
Everything you do is irresistible
Everything you do is simply kissable
Why can't I be you?
I'll run around in circles 'til I run out of breath
I'll eat you all up
Or I'll just hug you to death
You're so wonderful
Too good to be true
You make me, make me, make me, make me hungry for you
Everything you do is simply delicate
Everything you do is quite angelicate
Why can't I be you?
Why can't I be you?
You turn my head when you turn around
You turn the whole world upside down
I'm smitten I'm bitten I'm hooked I'm cooked
I'm stuck like glue
You make me, make me, make me, make me hungry for you
Everything you do is simply dreamy
Everything you do is quite delicious
So Why Canât I Be You?
Why can't I be you?
Why can't I be you?
Why
Why can't I be you?
Why can't I be you?
Why can't I be you?
Why can't I be you?
You're simply elegant
Hey, man, I don't feel like goin' to school no more
Me neither, they can't make you go, no you daddyo yeah!
I ain't goin' to school it starts too early for me
Well listen man I ain't goin' to school no more it starts much, much too early for me
I don't care about readin', writin', 'rithmetic or history
I'm gonna walk to the corner and meet my little Marie
I'm gonna walk to the corner and meet my little Marie
Well she's the only girl in this whole world who understands me
Well she's sexy and seventeen
My little rock-roll queen
Acts a little bit obscene
Gotta let off a little steam
Dig that sound shake it around you're mine, mine, mine
Johnny and Eddie and me and Jimmy and Jack
Are gonna do a little number on the teacher when she turns her back
We're gonna cut out of class, meet the girls by the railroad track
Well ev'ry Friday night there's a band that you gotta hear
Just a dollar ticket in and twenty-five cents a beer
They play rock and roll music like it hasn't been rocked for years
Well she's sexy and seventeen
My little rock-roll queen
Acts a little bit obscene
Gotta let off a little steam
Dig that sound shake it around you're mine, mine, mine
Well when I hear that rockin' beat
I can't sit still up , out of my seat
Come on babe let's jump 'round your feet
Can't learn nothin' in school they don't teach you on the street !
Wo-oh , wo-oh , baby I like your style
Wo-oh oh oh oh baby I like your style
You don't care what the other kids say, you go real wild
Well you're sexy and seventeen
My little rock-roll queen
Acts a little bit obscene
Gotta let off a little steam
Dig that sound shake it around you're mine, mine, mine
Dig that sound and shake it around you're mine, mine, mine
Dig that sound and shake it around you're mine, mine, mine
I broke you in the canyon
I drowned you in the lake
You, a snake that I would trample
Only thing I'd not embrace
Oh, you couldn't dam that river
And maybe I don't give a damn anyway
So you couldn't dam that river
And it washed me so far away
I pushed and then you stumbled
I kicked you in the face
You stared at me so hollow
Got to keep that killing pace
Oh, you couldn't dam that river
And maybe I don't give a damn anyway
So you couldn't dam that river
And it washed me so far away
I burned the place around you
I hit you with a rake
You piss upon my candle
So proving you're a fake
Oh, you couldn't dam that river
And maybe I don't give a damn anyway
So you couldn't dam that river
And it washed me so far away
Don't ya hide away from the
Bad things coming to you,
Don't ya hide your face from
The things that don't ring true,
Good times, bad times, that may be so,
You're just part of the game
And they never stop letting you know
But we hold the key to the future game,
We live in hope,
She'll stay the same,
Hold on there just a little longer,
Ooh baby, good times, bad times.
Ah ah ah ah, to the devil his due
Ah ah ah ah, to the devil his due
Ah ah ah ah, to the devil his due
You stay good baby
And don't you get bad at all,
And I might tell you now
What I see in my crystal ball,
Good times, bad times, coming your way,
Ooh now watch out baby,
The devil's gonna have his day
But we hold the key to the future game,
We live in hope,
She'll stay the same,
Hold on there just a little longer,
Ooh baby, good times, bad times.
Ah ah ah ah, to the devil his due
Ah ah ah ah, to the devil his due
Ah ah ah ah, to the devil his due
To the devil, his due
To the devil, his due
To the devil, his due
To the devil, his due
Whatcha tryin' to do to my heart
Whatcha tryin' to do to my heart
You go around, tellin' lies, and now you wanna compromise
Whatcha tryin' to do to my heart
You better run, you better hide, you better leave from my side, yeah
Whatcha tryin' to do to my soul
Whatcha tryin' to do to my soul
Well everything I had is yours, and now I'm closin' all the doors
Whatcha tryin' to do to my soul
You better run, you better hide, you better leave from my side, yeah
I love you, oh I love you so, can't you see, don't you know
I can't stand your alibis, you tell me lies, drive me wild, yeah
I say what are you tryin' to do to my head
Say whatcha tryin' to do to my head
Well now I'm gonna draw the line
'Cause you ain't gonna take my mind
What are you tryin' to do to my head
You better run, you better hide, you better leave from my side
You better run, you better hide, you better leave from my side
I could yell, yeah
I said go away and leave me alone
I can't stand you no more
Insect, insect, insect, insect
Incest, insect, incest, insect
Nick the stripper
Hideous to the eye
Hideous to the eye
Well, he's a fat little insect
A fat little insect
A fat little insect
A fat little insect
And OOOOOOHHHH!
Here we go again
Nick the stripper
Dances on all fours
Dances on all fours
He's in his birthday suit
He's in his birthday suit
He's in his birthday suit
He's in his birthday suit
And OOOOOOHHHH!
Here we go again
Nick the stripper
Hideous to the eye
Hideous to the eye
Well, he's a fucked little insect
A fat little insect
A fat little insect
A fat little insect
And OOOOOOHHHH!
Here we go again
Well, he's a fat little insect
A fat little insect
A fat little insect
A fat little insect
He's in his birthday suit
He's in his birthday suit
He's in his birthday suit
He's in his birthday suit
Insect, insect, insect, insect
A derogatory term used by Europeans to disparage and make fun of Americans.
âFootball is not called Soccer, Burgerfats. And you yanks arenât not even good at it!â