Lyrics

We'll do it anyway 'cause we're the greatest Our little poems rhyme so well What the hell? I'm unwell, I am hurting inside We'll write a pop single that everyone knows We'll write a pop single that everyone loathes We'll write a pop single (a what?) A pop single, baby, ooh, ooh 40 pounds of premium art Don't come cheap, honey Write the cheque, tear it up, hand it over to obsolete pleasure We'll write a pop single that everyone knows We'll write a pop single that everyone loathes We'll write a pop single (a what?) A pop single, baby, ooh, ooh What's all this? A quiet section for the dancers to twirl La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la And we even changed the key Three minutes, that's all it takes To look this pretty What a shame, I'm to blame, I am guilty, so shoot me! We'll write a pop single that everyone knows We'll write a pop single that everyone loathes We'll write a pop single (a what?) A pop single, baby, ooh, ooh A pop single that everyone loves We'll write a pop single that everyone fucks to A pop single, a pop single just for you And you and you and you, and you and you and you And you and you and you, and you and you and you
Writer(s): Sam Joseph Willmett, Tilly May Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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