Lyrics

Wooh! Wooh! Wooh! Alright! I wanna be your teacher in the team Get to come in naked, 'cause it's clean I wanna be your make-up, with the seam Just take a shaker, make it mean I won't get over the damn 'Cause it's just like that old mile Every four o'clock in the morning I think I'm gonna die Check I'll hold you I wish it was you Gotta get a cat up a CK 'Cause that's where we're at Gotta give a car, the beetles 'Cause they're not sad But I won't get over it now 'Cause it's half-drawn on the shout It could be four o'clock in the morning If you wish it'd got no style I gotta shit out like I was never On the fallest town to be I could wish this way forever But I ever gonna be clean No, I can't get shot Albeit, no! I can't get shot Albeit, no! I can't get shot! Wooh! Wanna grow to keep it in June Gonna make it easy for you Wanna be the carever in the coal Just get this on with Everything the kids enjoy But I won't get over it soon 'Cause there ain't light at full noon It's four o'clock in the morning I got cheering up to do If not, you get a real shot It's just like walls I never drived But I go, "Wooh!" I just go, "Wooh!" We all go, "Wooh!" Yeah! We all go, "Wooh!" Alright!
Writer(s): Damon Albarn, Jamie Hewlett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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