You act a pansy, pushover Do live your fancy, go lower Who is that, something says your name You seem chancy, moreover
The call is mine I´m gonna get you up I´m wanna get on top (Repeat)
On the skew, you´re dancing all over You are the anti-fashion statement In a blue suit, orange pullover You look like my old dog Rover
The call is mine I´m gonna get you up I´m wanna get on top (Repeat)
Head crash - I can´t see you Spit teeth - I can hear you I feel your pounding me onto the street I´ve learned to know the taste of concrete
Why don´t you follow me?
Street brash - time flies, tick-tock Eyes flash - feels like electroshock I feel the blood gushing, crumbling away I know this marks the end of my hey-day
Why don´t you follow me?
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