Lyrics
Who-ho-ooh!
Who-ho-ooh!
Picking you up just to put you down again
What the hell is an "it-girl" anyway?
How do i get it, lose it, have it, want it?
I think i'm done with this part
I quit, i quit
Patti smith would never put up this shit
Patti smith would never put up with this shit
Patti smith would never put up with this shit
Now i got you
Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine
And i'm not getting roped in
Thoughts that aren't mine keep running through
My head, my head, my head
Thunder thighs keep reaching for the measuring tape
I should be dropping you like you're hot
But you're the habit i can't shake
Patti smith would never put up with this shit
Patti smith would never put up with this shit
Patti smith would never put up with this shit
Now i got you
Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine
And i'm not getting roped in
Now i got you
Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine
And i'm not getting roped in
Woo hoo ooh, woo hoo ooh
Now i got you
Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine
Now i got you
Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine
Now i got you
Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine
And i'm not getting roped in
Woo hoo ooh, woo hoo ooh, woo hoo ooh
Now i got you (woo hoo ooh)
Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine
And i'm not getting roped in!
Writer(s): Halvard Skeie
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