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***EPILEPSY WARNING ***** ► Order exclusive CD + merch for 'STARMACHINE': https://sammyjackieclarke.univer.se/ ► Stream + everything else: https://sammyjackieclarke.univer.se/ Special thanks to: Andi Sarah A&M Comics & Books Turn Back The Clock Shop LYRICS: (Un, deux, trois, quatre) You (baby you, baby you, baby you) look so fucking cute All dressed up (dressed up!) Ready for the party I know how much you care, How much you want it, you want it, want it, Oh oh, oh oh You look just like a baby That's why I get so mad when you get stepped on Hang out at your place, no one shows up Oh oh, it's so unfair, I know how bad you'd wish someone cared (And still they don't) Tonight I wanna do something about it, Get your filthy hands off my soul Tonight I wanna do something about it, Get your filthy hands off my soul Tonight I wanna do something about it, baby Get your filthy hands off my soul Tonight I wanna do something about it, girl Get your filthy hands off my soul Boys my age they try too hard to never give a fuck And girls my age are so persistent, never giving up And so I think I'd rather try and kick it with the girls, The girls, the girls, the girls In many ways I think my hands are handcuffed to the case full of memories I can't, can't let it go “And if you're trapped in the debris it goes to show” "Baby are you fucking crazy?!" she said It's 'cause a group of kids my age drove by, blasting my favorite song And I will never know their names And they will never know mine Tonight I wanna do something about it, Get your filthy hands off my soul Tonight I wanna do something about it, Get your filthy hands off my soul Tonight I wanna do something about it, baby Get your filthy hands off my soul Tonight I wanna do something about it, girl Get your filthy hands off my soul So we're still on for the movie at six? unintelligible No? unintelligible How about next week? unintelligible Still? unintelligible Oh well...