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Psycho Over You
01:50
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I was oh so happy
When you looked my way
Now I feel all wacky
It must be my damn brain
I know it’s not my heart
Cause it’s beating way to fast
It’s got to be the part of my brain
That’s cracked
Got this funny feeling
Coming on tonight
Time to dress like mother
Stab you with a knife
Time to dress like mother
Stab you with a knife
Going psycho over you
Going psycho yes it’s true
Going psycho over you
You’re the girl for me
I can tell from just your smile
But mother just can’t see
What about you is worthwhile
She saw when you first came here
And said you wouldn’t do
I think she has a fear
That she’ll be replaced by you
Got this funny feeling
Coming on tonight
Time to dress like mother
Stab you with a knife
Time to dress like mother
Stab you with a knife
Going psycho over you
Going psycho yes it’s true
Going psycho over you
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Every time I hold you close to me
You turn my dreams into reality
I wanna be with you till the end of time
You’re the best girlfriend
And I’m glad you’re mine
I just wanna be with you
And I know you wanna be with me too
So just sit right back
And we’ll go to never never land
When I think of you I start to smile
I hope our love will last more than awhile
When you’re here with me it’s so much fun
When you’re not with me I’m all alone
I wish I was peter pan
Cause then Wendy I’d be your man
So just sit right back
And you won’t have to grow up
Just think of your happiest thoughts
And we won’t have to grow up
We’ll hang out with the lost boys
Just watch out for Captain Hook
Who’s reading a book in his captains’ nook
I can’t wait to get to never never land
I’ll stay up all night and hold your hand
I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life
Being with you every day and night
I wish I could be with you
And I know you wanna be with me too
So just sit right back
And we’ll go to never never land
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3. |
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What can I do
To make you love me
What can I do
To make you hug me
What can I do
To make you understand
That I'm in love with you
What can I do
To make you need me
What can I do
To make you see me
What can I do
To make you understand
That I'm in love with you
To see you everyday
Of the week
Causes my heart
To beat out of sync
You're the only girl for me
I'm the only guy for you
You're the only one I need
But you don't have a clue
What can I do
To make you want me
What can I do
To make you love me
What can I do
To make you understand
That I'm in love with you
What can I do
To make you need me
What can I do
To make you see me
What can I do
To make you understand
That I'm in love with you
I'm in love with you
I'm in love with you
Day, Night
Night and day
Thoughts of you never go away
I don't care what you say
I'll be waiting
What can I do
To make you love me
What can I do
To make you hug me
What can I do
To make you understand
That I'm in love with you
What can I do
To make you need me
What can I do
To make you see me
What can I do
To make you understand
That I'm in love with you
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Baby I just saw your face
And I already know
That I want you for my babe
C’mon baby let’s go
I want you here tonight
Gonna make you feel all right
Cuz I’m gonna be holding you tight
I’m gonna chase you down
And make you mine
I’m gonna chase you down
Until the end of time
I’m gonna chase you down
And you know it’s true
Although I see you everyday
I just can’t bring myself to say
The words I love you
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Why’d she have to bring me to the mall
I don’t wanna be here I wanna go home
I’d rather be in my room
Than see all these stupid fucks
My girlfriend dragged me here
So I guess I’m outta luck
I don’t wanna buy her anything
She just wants a one million-dollar ring
Isn’t all my lovin enough
Why does she always make me buy her stuff
Why’d she have to bring me to the mall
I don’t wanna be here I wanna go home
I’d rather be in my room
Than see all these stupid cunts
My girlfriend dragged me here
So I guess I’m outta luck
I don’t wanna buy her anything
She just wants a one million-dollar ring
Isn’t all my lovin enough
Why does she always make me buy her stuff
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I have no girl
I have no phone
No chocolate swirl
In a sugar cone
I have no life
I have no friends
I have no money cause
I spent the rent
I have not
I have not
I have not
Well that’s all I got
I have no job
I have no home
I got kicked out
Of the webelos
I have no food
I have no bed
It’s all because
I was a teenage bonehead
I have not
I have not
I have not
Well that’s all I got
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6. |
Nitwit
02:09
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You think you’re so cool
Cuz you’ve seen a couple shows
You bought a bunch of buttons
Of bands you don’t know
You wear a leather jacket
Like the Queers and Ramo-ones
But as for their songs
There’s not one that you know
Hey Ho, Hey Ho
Hey Ho, Hey Ho
Let’s Go
You wonder what is a webelo-o
You don’t even know the song monster zero
I say cretin ho-op
You ask can I go-o
You don’t even remember rock’n’roll radio
Hey Ho, Hey Ho
Hey Ho, Hey Ho
Let’s Go
You’re a nitwit and it shows
You’re a nitwit who-o-oa
You’re a nitwit and it shows
You’re a nitwit who-o-oa
(solo)
Hey Ho, Hey Ho
Hey Ho, Hey Ho
Let’s Go
You’re a nitwit and it shows
You’re a nitwit who-o-oa
You’re a nitwit and it shows
You’re a nitwit who-o-oa
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8. |
I'm Sick (Hidden Track)
02:27
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I’m sick of all the teachers
I wish they would all die
I’m sick of all the students
I hope they fucking fry
I’m sick of my parents and my brother too
I’m sick of being sick
And I’m sick of being you
Because I’m sick
I’m sick of all the trendys
I’d like to shoot them down
I’m sick of all the players
I’ll burn them to the ground
I’m sick of all the racists
I’ll rip off each ones face
I’m sick of the whole world
I’ll just nuke the whole damn place
Because I’m sick
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The Enlows Sacramento, California
Three piece rock band from Sacramento, CA that has been running since 1999!
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