Testi

Ask the Pope Yeah, I bet he's got tonnes of hope But it's cool, man's got issues Pass the tissues and go... (Get up) Oooh (They can't do this) (Get up) Oooh (They can't do this) Settle me down Turn that frown upside down Turn around, tell me you're proud of the issues Pass the tissues and go... (Get up) Oooh (They can't do this) (Get up) Oooh (They can't do this) I better not [?] them over 'Cause I ain't without a doubt My stomach's heading south And I still feel mad about it (Get up, they can't do this) (Get up) (Get up) Oooh (They can't do this) (Get up) Oooh (They can't do this) (Get up) Oooh (They can't do this) (Get up) Oooh (They can't do this) (Get up) Oooh (They can't do this) (Get up) Oooh (They can't do this) (Get up) Oooh (They can't do this) (Get up) Oooh (They can't do this) (Get up) Oooh (They can't do this) (Get up) Oooh (They can't do this) (Get up)
Writer(s): Ewan Andrew Merrett, Callum James Merrett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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