Lyrics

Hey! Good life came callin', I fell under its spell and kept fallin' Hey, oh, great night, so fittin', I sat unto your lap and stayed sittin' Oh, ooh, your smile seemed willin', you hid behind your porcelain fillin' Oh, ooh, big lights, so pretty, got swept away by lies, it's a pity Oh, ooh, yeah Ho, oh, yeah Hoo, ooh, yeah I'll write you a story, but knowin' you, you'll take all the glory Ho-oh, fat cats got lazy, the truth behind the cream, it got hazy So now you're pullin' the rug from under me Puttin' a gun in front of me Pullin' the rug from under me Ye-yes, you! Pullin' the rug from under me Puttin' a gun in front of me Pullin' the rug from under me But I won't let you get me down, gonna spin you upside down 'Til you don't know your head from your tail I got a way, I got a will, God, I'm never standin' still Long enough for you to pin a win or fail Ho! Oh, oh, oh! Time is tickin' by My life is flyin' high But you, you, you, you and I Have ended our days of dreaming Pullin' the rug from under me Puttin' a gun in front of me Pullin' the rug from under me Ye-yes, you Pullin' the rug from under me Puttin' a gun in front of me Pullin' the rug from under me But I won't let you get me down, gonna spin you upside down 'Til you don't know your head from your tail I got a way, I got a will, God, I'm never standin' still Long enough for you to pin a win or fail Ho-oh! Pull the rug, yeah! (Pull the rug) Hey! Puttin' the gun, yeah! (Puttin' the gun) Ho-oh! Pullin' the rug, ma-ma-ma-ma, I'm falling but Ye-ye-yeah, yeah! Pullin' the rug from under me Puttin' a gun in front of me Pullin' the rug from under me Ye-yeah, yeah! Doot, doot, doot, doot Doot, do Doot, doot, doot Doot, do Doot, doot, doot Doot, do Doo-roo, daa-waa, ne-va Wo-ow! Doot, doot, doot Doot, doot, doot Doot, doot, doot B'doo, l'doo, l'doot Do, b'doo, b'doo Wo-ow! Doo, b'doo, b'doo Dook, dooh
Writer(s): Imelda Mary Higham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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