Straight in at 37 Songtext
von The Beautiful South
Straight in at 37 Songtext
Why don′t you sing 'I need you baby′?
'Cause it rhymes with crazy and it rhymes with maybe
It rhymes with lady and much, much more
And it doesn't rhyme with the ′F′ word
Well, Simon le Bon stayed 'round my house before
And he was sick on the plants and he was sick on the floor
And he wouldn′t go home until he'd sung his song
With a backing harmony from Paul Young
Shall we dance again?
In our special way
With our trousers ′round
Our knees, our knees
Why don't your videos have dancing girls?
With hips that curve and lips that curl
Legs are where that heartbeat starts
It′s low in neckline and high in charts
It's the partially clothed for the partially sighted
Behind over matter keeps the crowds delighted
We want Rambo in a ra-ra skirt
And Nastassja Kinski in a Brazilian shirt
Shall we dance again?
In our special way
With our trousers 'round
Our knees, our knees
[Incomprehensible]
Shall we, shall we dance again?
In our special way
With our trousers ′round
Our knees, our knees
Shall we dance again?
In our special way
With our trousers ′round
Our knees, our knees
Our knees, our knees
Our knees, our knees
Our knees
Come on
Come on
Come on
...
'Cause it rhymes with crazy and it rhymes with maybe
It rhymes with lady and much, much more
And it doesn't rhyme with the ′F′ word
Well, Simon le Bon stayed 'round my house before
And he was sick on the plants and he was sick on the floor
And he wouldn′t go home until he'd sung his song
With a backing harmony from Paul Young
Shall we dance again?
In our special way
With our trousers ′round
Our knees, our knees
Why don't your videos have dancing girls?
With hips that curve and lips that curl
Legs are where that heartbeat starts
It′s low in neckline and high in charts
It's the partially clothed for the partially sighted
Behind over matter keeps the crowds delighted
We want Rambo in a ra-ra skirt
And Nastassja Kinski in a Brazilian shirt
Shall we dance again?
In our special way
With our trousers 'round
Our knees, our knees
[Incomprehensible]
Shall we, shall we dance again?
In our special way
With our trousers ′round
Our knees, our knees
Shall we dance again?
In our special way
With our trousers ′round
Our knees, our knees
Our knees, our knees
Our knees, our knees
Our knees
Come on
Come on
Come on
...
Writer(s): Dave Rotheray, Paul Heaton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com