Fryin' Up şarkı sözleri

All right! Turn around in the perfect day Without my babies i could get nowhere I run a long time, people stare I'll get the bus and my legs will tear Frying up on easter sunday Blowing off everything on monday Well everything was half past noon All the tussle, baby, on your boots I want to move you but i just don't care Get to pushing on an electric chair Frying up on easter sunday Blowing off everything on monday Take it! I keep on running, yes, it's such a thrill I feel like heaven when i touch your hair I'm in your arms and in your stare Get to pushing on an electric chair Frying up on easter sunday Blowing off everything on monday Frying up on easter sunday Frying up on easter sunday