Lyrics

Don't try to tell me To stop Come street yea Cha Cha (or Ta-Ta) These mountains Never grow These mountains Only knew You got a bad voice You got a bad, bad voice It's gonna kill... Your being Needs to go away Your being Can't stay Hate my guts Hate my guts Hate my... You got a bad voice You got a bad, bad voice It's gonna kill... It's gonna kill you Aaahhhhhhhh!!!
Writer(s): Willard Adam David, O Beirne Paul Joseph, Reichert Peter E, Reis John A, Stamets Andrew Michael Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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