Rotten to the Bone Songtext
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Rotten to the Bone Songtext
There we go
Slow down
Well she dragged it out forever and my ration′s almost never
Don't you know?
But every time I hit it and won′t you forget it
Don't you know?
She always jumps up in the morning and she kisses me goodnight
Don't you know?
I got the Russians left and a headache right
Don′t you know? Don′t you know?
Looking good, looking fine, looking so pretty
So rotten to the bone
Never been hungry, never been smitten
But oh, rotten to the bone
I bet you find time for looking in the mirror
Twenty-five times a day
You never get tired of looking in the mirror
But you always see things in a most peculiar way
Looking fine, looking fine, looking so pretty
So rotten to the bone
You didn't have to hurry ′cause she doesn't seem to notice
Don′t you know?
If you believe that rubbish then you're really in trouble
Don′t you know?
It couldn't be her fault, she never gets it into focus
Don't you know?
Well her eyes need checking and her bum needs slaps
Don′t you know? Don′t you know?
Looking good, looking fine, looking so pretty
So rotten to the bone
Never been hungry, never been smitten
But oh, rotten to the bone
I bet you find time for looking in the mirror
Twenty-five times a day
You never get tired of looking in the mirror
But you always see things in a most peculiar way
Looking fine, looking fine, looking so pretty
So rotten to the bone
Well she dragged it out forever and my ration's almost never
Don′t you know?
But every time I hit it and won't you forget it
Don′t you know?
She always jumps up in the morning and she kisses me goodnight
Don't you know?
I got the Russians left and a headache right
Don′t you know? Don't you know?
Looking good, looking fine, looking so pretty
So rotten to the bone
Never been hungry, never been smitten
Oh, rotten to the bone
I bet you find time for looking in the mirror
Twenty-five times a day
You never get tired of looking in the mirror
But you always see things in a most peculiar way
Looking fine, looking fine, looking so pretty
So rotten to the bone
Looking fine, looking fine, looking so pretty
So rotten to the bone
Looking fine, looking fine, looking so pretty
So rotten to the bone
Slow down
Well she dragged it out forever and my ration′s almost never
Don't you know?
But every time I hit it and won′t you forget it
Don't you know?
She always jumps up in the morning and she kisses me goodnight
Don't you know?
I got the Russians left and a headache right
Don′t you know? Don′t you know?
Looking good, looking fine, looking so pretty
So rotten to the bone
Never been hungry, never been smitten
But oh, rotten to the bone
I bet you find time for looking in the mirror
Twenty-five times a day
You never get tired of looking in the mirror
But you always see things in a most peculiar way
Looking fine, looking fine, looking so pretty
So rotten to the bone
You didn't have to hurry ′cause she doesn't seem to notice
Don′t you know?
If you believe that rubbish then you're really in trouble
Don′t you know?
It couldn't be her fault, she never gets it into focus
Don't you know?
Well her eyes need checking and her bum needs slaps
Don′t you know? Don′t you know?
Looking good, looking fine, looking so pretty
So rotten to the bone
Never been hungry, never been smitten
But oh, rotten to the bone
I bet you find time for looking in the mirror
Twenty-five times a day
You never get tired of looking in the mirror
But you always see things in a most peculiar way
Looking fine, looking fine, looking so pretty
So rotten to the bone
Well she dragged it out forever and my ration's almost never
Don′t you know?
But every time I hit it and won't you forget it
Don′t you know?
She always jumps up in the morning and she kisses me goodnight
Don't you know?
I got the Russians left and a headache right
Don′t you know? Don't you know?
Looking good, looking fine, looking so pretty
So rotten to the bone
Never been hungry, never been smitten
Oh, rotten to the bone
I bet you find time for looking in the mirror
Twenty-five times a day
You never get tired of looking in the mirror
But you always see things in a most peculiar way
Looking fine, looking fine, looking so pretty
So rotten to the bone
Looking fine, looking fine, looking so pretty
So rotten to the bone
Looking fine, looking fine, looking so pretty
So rotten to the bone
Writer(s): Andy Bown, Francis Dominic Rossi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
