Letras
I should have brought a token of my fantasies unspoken
But all I got for you is chewing gum
You ask me if you stink, but I'm much nicer than you think
So here's your thing, the story you demand
One minute of your attention 'cause this brief jolly convention
Is all about my luck, but I love to funk up
You are always singing, baby
Strumming and humming, so maybe explain to me why
Why don't you sing me like I'm Eighties and sick of the fame?
Why don't you dance with me like pop never died?
If that's a thing you'd like my radio is yours anytime
You turned me on, now be a voice and sing your song
Let's talk of fire and steel, smell of smoke in my beard
Better honey and bees, I agree
Of unmanly musk and the creeps after dusk
But you must long have learned to be strong
Your song so old
My tongue so bold
You're one foxy lass, make me high like some gas
Only why, why, why
Why don't you sing me like I'm Eighties and sick of the fame?
Why don't you dance with me like pop never died?
If that's a thing you'd like my radio is yours anytime
You turned me on, now be a voice and sing your song
Why don't you sing me like I'm Eighties and sick of this song?
Why don't you dance with me like I'm still alive?
If that's a thing you'd like my radio is yours anytime
Just turn me on and if you stumble hum along