Letras

Fed up with your indigestion You swallow words one by one Folks got high at a quarter to five Don't you feel you're growing up undone? Nothing but the local DJ You said, he had some songs to play What went down from his fooling around Gave hope and a brand new day Imagine all the girls, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah And the boys, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah And the strings, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee And the drums, the drums, the drums The drums, the drums, the drums The drums, the drums, the drums The drums, the drums, the drums (oh) Nothing was the same again All about where and when Blowing our minds in a life unkind You gotta love the BPM When his work was all but done Remembering how this begun We wore his love like a hand in a glove Then the preacher plays it all night long Nothing but the girls, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah And the boys, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah And the strings, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee And the drums, the drums, the drums The drums, the drums, the drums The drums, the drums, the drums The drums, the drums, the drums The drums, the drums, the drums The drums, the drums, the drums The drums, the drums (oh) Imagine all the girls, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah And the boys, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah And the strings, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee And the drums, the drums, the drums Imagine all the girls, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah And the boys, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah And the strings, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee And the drums, the drums, the drums Imagine all the girls, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah And the boys, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah And the strings, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee And the drums, the drums, the drums Imagine all the girls, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah And the boys, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah And the strings, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee And the drums, the drums, the drums (thank you)
Writer(s): Jules De Martino, Katie White Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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