Throwing Up Songtext
von That Handsome Devil
Throwing Up Songtext
Mother was a brunette, ask Hugh Hef
It′s been going on since your grandmama did the two step
I see your style, well it's all grown up
Outside the bar, throwin′ up
We can watch the fist fight
Stay home, get high
Sittin' on the couch and on occasion switch sides
I see your style, well it's all grown up
Outside the club, throwin′ up
Raised by the rockstars (raised by the rockstars)
At the top of the pedophile pop charts
If you look at it from far enough, you can see the start of stuff
Groovin′ to songs about guns and hoes (guns and hoes)
The sickness went undiagnosed
It's tough to say if you′re far enough away
But it just might be your lucky day
Never look up to
(Never look up to)
The hands that wanna touch you
(The hands that wanna touch you)
Don't give it up to
(Don′t give it up to)
The hands that wanna touch you
(The hands that wanna touch you)
They don't really love you
(They don′t really love you)
They just wanna fuck you
Mother was a brunette, ask Hugh Hef
It's been going on since your grandmama did the two step
I see your style, well it's all grown up
Outside the bar, throwin up
We can watch the fist fight
Stay home, get high
Watch the same movie for the 86th time
I see your style, well it′s all grown up
Outside the club, throwin′ up
Pots callin' and kettle′s wrong
(Pots callin' and kettle′s wrong)
We coulda said it when we're dead and gone
(Coulda said it when we′re dead and gone)
See through high heels, and the 80s heavy metal song
We're all the repercussions of the world that we grow up in
It's tough to say, if you′re far enough away
But it just might be your lucky day
Never look up to
(Never look up to)
The hands that wanna touch you
(The hands that wanna touch you)
Don′t give it up to
(Don't give it up to)
The hands that wanna touch you
(The hands that wanna touch you)
They don′t really love you
(They don't really love you)
They just wanna fuck you
We could change your identity
Change our names
To the people we pretend to be
We could change
We could change your identity
Change our names
To the people we pretend to be
We could change
Mo-mother was a bru-bru-ne-nette, ask Hugh Hef
It′s been going on since your grandma-mama did the two-two step-uh
I see your style, well it's all grow-grown up-up
Outside the bar-bar-bar-bar, throwin up-up
We can watch the fist-uh fight
Stay-ay home, get high-igh
Watch the same-a movie for the 86th ti-ti-ti-ti-time
I see your style, well it′s all grow-grown up-up
Outside the club, a-throwin' up
It′s been going on since your grandmama did the two step
I see your style, well it's all grown up
Outside the bar, throwin′ up
We can watch the fist fight
Stay home, get high
Sittin' on the couch and on occasion switch sides
I see your style, well it's all grown up
Outside the club, throwin′ up
Raised by the rockstars (raised by the rockstars)
At the top of the pedophile pop charts
If you look at it from far enough, you can see the start of stuff
Groovin′ to songs about guns and hoes (guns and hoes)
The sickness went undiagnosed
It's tough to say if you′re far enough away
But it just might be your lucky day
Never look up to
(Never look up to)
The hands that wanna touch you
(The hands that wanna touch you)
Don't give it up to
(Don′t give it up to)
The hands that wanna touch you
(The hands that wanna touch you)
They don't really love you
(They don′t really love you)
They just wanna fuck you
Mother was a brunette, ask Hugh Hef
It's been going on since your grandmama did the two step
I see your style, well it's all grown up
Outside the bar, throwin up
We can watch the fist fight
Stay home, get high
Watch the same movie for the 86th time
I see your style, well it′s all grown up
Outside the club, throwin′ up
Pots callin' and kettle′s wrong
(Pots callin' and kettle′s wrong)
We coulda said it when we're dead and gone
(Coulda said it when we′re dead and gone)
See through high heels, and the 80s heavy metal song
We're all the repercussions of the world that we grow up in
It's tough to say, if you′re far enough away
But it just might be your lucky day
Never look up to
(Never look up to)
The hands that wanna touch you
(The hands that wanna touch you)
Don′t give it up to
(Don't give it up to)
The hands that wanna touch you
(The hands that wanna touch you)
They don′t really love you
(They don't really love you)
They just wanna fuck you
We could change your identity
Change our names
To the people we pretend to be
We could change
We could change your identity
Change our names
To the people we pretend to be
We could change
Mo-mother was a bru-bru-ne-nette, ask Hugh Hef
It′s been going on since your grandma-mama did the two-two step-uh
I see your style, well it's all grow-grown up-up
Outside the bar-bar-bar-bar, throwin up-up
We can watch the fist-uh fight
Stay-ay home, get high-igh
Watch the same-a movie for the 86th ti-ti-ti-ti-time
I see your style, well it′s all grow-grown up-up
Outside the club, a-throwin' up
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