Stickin' To The Floor lyrics
Won't somebody let me out!
Don't wanna stick around no more I said they're looking at yer strange I said yer stickin' to the floor Not one of you's got an ounce of style in yer So now one of you's gonna have to stop! Fucking hell I'll break your nose If they keep on pushing you around Keep on steeping on your toes I'll pick you up when you fall down Not one of you's got an ounce of style in yer Said not one of you, no Not one of you's got an ounce of style in yer So now one of you's gonna have to stop! Ah ah, ah ah, oh! Ah ah, ah ah, oh Yea, yea, yea! Not one of you's got an ounce of style in yer
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