Magazine 歌词

Who-ho-ooh Who-ho-ooh Picking you up just to put you down again What the hell is an it-girl anyway? How do I get it, lose it, have it, want it? I think I'm done with this part I quit, I quit Patti Smith would never put up this shit Patti Smith would never put up with this shit Patti Smith would never put up with this shit Now I got you Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine And I'm not getting roped in Thoughts that aren't mine keep running through My head, my head, my head Thunder thighs keep reaching for the measuring tape I should be dropping you like you're hot But you're the habit I can't shake Patti Smith would never put up with this shit Patti Smith would never put up with this shit Patti Smith would never put up with this shit Now I got you Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine And I'm not getting roped in Now I got you Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine And I'm not getting roped in Woo hoo ooh, woo hoo ooh Now I got you Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine Now I got you Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine Now I got you Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine And I'm not getting roped in Woo hoo ooh, woo hoo ooh, woo hoo ooh Now I got you (Woo hoo ooh) Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine And I'm not getting roped in!