Tekst Utworu

That boys a Hoxton Hero Skinny fit jeans and dressed in pink How he dresses I care zero As long as he don't steal my drink That girls an Indie Cindy Lego haircut and polka-dot dress I don't care if she thinks she's indie How she's different is anyones guess You've got you skin tight, colors on the floor With all your white lines, every slut and whore All the band boys in your specs and sneakers On your back yeah, it's time to blow the speaker I went to a rave and it got real moody How can a screw face have a good time? Was he deprived of his mothers boobie? I doubt he's lived a life of grime I went to a gig but nobody danced Everybody was far too cool All the kiddies they just stood there Is it the same at their public school? That boys a Hoxton Hero Skinny fit jeans and dressed in pink How he dresses I care zero As long as he don't steal my drink That girls an Indie Cindy Lego haircut and polka-dot dress I don't care if she thinks she's indie How she's different is anyones guess Follow, wallow, swallow Follow, wallow, swallow You've got you skin tight, colors on the floor With all your white lines, every slut and whore All the band boys in your specs and sneakers On your back yeah, it's time to blow the speaker I stay hard like metal You could never merk me Dirty like skettle I kill germs like Dettol Get mucky But I will never settle I'm an indie limey Yeah but i like it grimey And i rave with a grin I'm not too cool for The next big thing I don't wanna fuck about I wanna good time and that's why I'm out And you look silly When you put on your best myspace pout That boys a Hoxton Hero Skinny fit jeans and dressed in pink How he dresses I care zero As long as he don't steal my drink That girls an Indie Cindy Lego haircut and polka-dot dress I don't care if she thinks she's indie How she's different is anyones guess You've got you skin tight, colors on the floor With all your white lines, every slut and whore All the band boys in your specs and sneakers On your back yeah, it's time to blow the speaker You've got you skin tight, colors on the floor With all your white lines, every slut and whore All the band boys in your specs and sneakers On your back yeah, it's time to blow the speaker
Writer(s): James Joseph Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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