Oosh

It's on baby I got you You think hell is the cream of the crop Yeah, it's on and baby I got you Shine a light through the crack of the hatch Been so long and I don't know Where she moves when she's on her own I said, it's on and baby I got you You clock me through the eye of a shotgun She steals the heat From the sun To make me weak When I'm numb Oosh sha la la la Oosh Oosh sha la la la Oosh Oosh sha la la la Oosh Oosh sha la la la Oosh She was sold in a blacker market By a buck-toothed vagabond But it's on and baby I got you Lock your lips in the back of the ballroom She'll kiss like nightmares do And peel aside the eyes of every one of you But it's on baby I got you You think hell is the cream of the crop yeah She steals the heat From the sun To make me weak When I'm numb Oosh sha la la la Oosh Oosh sha la la la Oosh Oosh sha la la la Oosh Oosh sha la la la Oosh Bring the bridge now baby... And when she climbs inside your mind What is that feeling that you find? Oosh sha la la la Oosh Oosh sha la la la Oosh Oosh sha la la la Oosh Oosh sha la la la Oosh