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The Wildhearts - Suckerpunch lyrics
can't believe that I got so down I dropped my guard again hit me! hit me! palpitations and goo-goo eyes, the transformation is sad and sickly she pulled out a "Tyson" from out of the blue, and met with a sickening crunch CHORUS: she got me... woah, she got me she got me... with a suckerpunch senses reeling from too much shit, I hit the floor again, panic, panic! calm and cold as a witches tit, sometimes I think I act cosmically with all of the shit that flew out of my lips, there's no use in asking much CHORUS: she got me... woah, she got me she got me... with a sucker... sucker... sucker... waah, you fucker! (one... two... three... four...) {mosh! why I see her face in a million stars, I'm wondering thought I had good taste 'til I found I'd none at all nearly did appear as the asshole of the year and then she strikes... and now I'm back, the guy I've been, before the idiot sat in can't believe that I got so down, it probably happens on a daily basis many millions of messed up minds compete to win in the loser races peeling my mind like she's one of a kind, or maybe just out to lunch CHORUS: she got me... woah, she got me she got me... with a suckerpunch |
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