Lyrics

If you hit your boyfriend Everybody might say What, what, what, what Oh, automate your soul Control the feelings you know Oh, automate your soul So the features don't grow Oh, automate your soul If you hit your boyfriend Everybody might say What, what, what, what You've got to want it To win it And we want it bad You've got to want it To win it And we want it bad You've got to want it To win it And we want it bad You've got to want it To win it And we want it bad If you hit your boyfriend Everybody might say What, what, what, what I told you what I really want You told me what you need from me I told you what I really want You told me what you need From me From me If you hit your boyfriend Everybody might say What, what, what, what Oh, automate your soul Control the feelings you know Oh, automate your soul So the features don't grow Oh, automate your soul If you hit your boyfriend Everybody might say What, what, what, what You've got to want it To win it And we want it bad You've got to want it To win it And we want it bad You've got to want it To win it And we want it bad You've got to want it To win it And we want it bad I told you what I really want You told me what you need from me I told you what I really want You told me what you need From me From me If you hit your boyfriend Everybody might say What, what, what, what
Writer(s): Brett Drapeau Boucher Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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