Texty

Hey, can we get some cowbell? Da-da, da-da-da, da Da-da, da-da-da I'm so sick of all these pretty boys tryna act like the shit And I just wish they wouldn't fall in love then leave me so quick I've been searching, don't think it's out there Talks for hours, walks in with flowers Dirty converse, 6'2 and brown hair Every little thing that I want Guess I gotta build my Frankenstein Draw the picture, color all the lines When it's right I'll take a test drive Every little thing that I want When I'm mad, he'll kiss me 'til I'm numb and not treat me so bad He makes me laugh He's never on my nerves, gets along with my dad (my dad) I've been searching, don't think it's out there Oh, so loyal, makes me feel spoiled He's my daydream, never a nightmare Every little thing that I want Guess I gotta build my Frankenstein Draw the picture, color all the lines When it's right, I'll take a test drive Every little thing that I want Guess I gotta build my Frankenstein Draw the picture, color all the lines When it's right, I'll take a test drive Every little thing that I want (Ah, ah, ah) Every little thing that I want (Ah, ah, ah) Every little thing that I want Clap, clap Da-da, da, da, da-da-da, da Guess I gotta build my Frankenstein Draw the picture, color all the lines When it's right, I'll take a test drive Every little thing that I want Guess I gotta build my Frankenstein Draw the picture, color all the lines When it's right, I'll take a test drive Every little thing that I want (Ah, ah, ah) Every little thing that I want (Ah, ah, ah)
Writer(s): Edgar Winter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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