Hard Act to Follow Songtext
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You′re a hard act to follow
Such a fine lookin' fellow
I hear your belly is yellow
You′re a hard act to swallow

Kinda makes me sick
The way you turn those tricks
C'mon light it up
I wanna feel the rush

I'll be shootin′ for thrills when I walk out that door
You say it′s hard to care anymore

Kills, thrills and Sunday pills (woah)
I'm on a mission to kill, still, ′cause nothing thrills (woah)

You want your Coke and Hoochie
I want my milk and cookies
You know your eyes look pretty
I think your eyes look pretty


I'll be shootin′ for thrills when I walk out that door
You say it's hard to care anymore

Kills, thrills and Sunday pills (woah)
I′m on a mission to kill, still, 'cause nothing thrills (woah)
I can't help missing ya′ still, will, I always will (yeah)
Thrills, kills and Sunday pills (woah)
Alright

I′ll be shootin' for thrills when I walk out that door
Don′t turn around and say you need me anymore
Poppin' pieces of pills up off lounge room floor
You say it′s hard to care anymore

Kills, thrills and Sunday pills (woah)
I'm on a mission to kill, still, ′cause nothing thrills ('cause nothing thrills)
I guess I'm missing ya′ still, will, I always will
(Yeah, I miss you still, miss you still)
Thrills, kills and Sunday pills (woah)
Alright