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Listen to Heathers the Musical (Original West End Cast Recording) by Kevin Murphy & Laurence O'Keefe
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Carrie Hope Fletcher
Carrie Hope Fletcher
Vocals
Christopher Chung
Christopher Chung
Vocals
Dominic Andersen
Dominic Andersen
Vocals
Original West End Cast of Heathers
Original West End Cast of Heathers
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Murphy
Kevin Murphy
Composer
Laurence O'Keefe
Laurence O'Keefe
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Croiter
Michael Croiter
Producer

Lyrics

Aw, you can't just leave Not when you're dressed like that Dressed like what? This is what I always wear Yeah, and it's torture How can you expect us to control ourselves when you look like that? Dear, Diary Here we are in the dark, 50 yards from my car I could climb that tree, I'd never get that far They're a hundred pounds heavier, they have my keys I'm a rat in a trap, correction, I'm the cheese Hey there girl, ignore this fool He tries to play cool while he's dribbling drool Just trying to say in our friendly way That you've gotten hotter like every day (ow!) Hey there girl, avoid this punk He's hungry for a hunk of the junk in your trunk There is no lie, that dog won't try When a tasty treat like you walks by, 'cause Once, you were geeky and nerdy Now you're flirty, freaky, and dirty You were nothing and nobody But now you're good enough to Get with me! Huh! You're welcome, look where you are You're welcome, you've won a football star You're welcome, baby, what's that smell? That's the smell of me loving you well You're welcome This is not a drill This is not a bad dream In a cow pasture, no one can hear you scream Never break their stare, stay awake, stay aware You're not in real danger 'til they grab your hair Come back girl, now don't play hurt If you don't want me staring, why you wearing that skirt? We can't be tamed and we can't be blamed It's all your fault that we're inflamed 'Cause once, you were grody and grotty Now you got a body like a Maserati Stroke my fur, make me purr Hey! You wanted to be popular Hit me! Huh! You're welcome, look where you are You're welcome, come get your football star You're welcome, you've joined the pros Once we squeeze you, you'll stay squoze You're welcome in my lap, welcome on my knee Well, come on and get grabby in the grass with me I got one last chance to save my ass What was that move from my self-defence class? I'll steal your heart like a thief, bring you sweet relief Call me Wendy 'cause you never wonder, where's the beef? They're a powder keg, so don't yell or beg Stay friendly then gently, accidentally sweep the leg Ah! Ah gross! It stinks! You're welcome (back up fool, you wreak) You're welcome (well, you smell like a sewage leak) You're welcome (wait dude, I'm pretty sure) (This ain't mud, it's cow manure) You're welcome (ah, it's everywhere) You're welcome (oh, god, it's in my hair!) You're welcome (hey, girl, now let's not dwell) (On the smell, you could tell, I could still be loving you well) Swell (no, I'll be loving her well) See you in Hell (no, I'll be loving her well) No, I'll be, I'll be, I'll be, I'll be Loving, loving, loving, loving, loving her well You're welcome You're welcome You're welcome
Writer(s): Kevin Murphy, Laurence Crawford O'keefe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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