It's on baby I got you
You think hell is the cream of the crop
Yeah, it's on and baby I got you
Shine a light through the crack of the hatch
Been so long and I don't know
Where she moves when she's on her own
I said, it's on and baby I got you
You clock me through the eye of a shotgun
She steals the heat
From the sun
To make me weak
When I'm numb
Oosh sha la la la Oosh
Oosh sha la la la Oosh
Oosh sha la la la Oosh
Oosh sha la la la Oosh
She was sold in a blacker market
By a buck-toothed vagabond
But it's on and baby I got you
Lock your lips in the back of the ballroom
She'll kiss like nightmares do
And peel aside the eyes of every one of you
But it's on baby I got you
You think hell is the cream of the crop yeah
She steals the heat
From the sun
To make me weak
When I'm numb
Oosh sha la la la Oosh
Oosh sha la la la Oosh
Oosh sha la la la Oosh
Oosh sha la la la Oosh
Bring the bridge now baby...
And when she climbs inside your mind
What is that feeling that you find?
Oosh sha la la la Oosh
Oosh sha la la la Oosh
Oosh sha la la la Oosh
Oosh sha la la la Oosh
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