Текст песни Arctic Monkeys - Stickin' To The Floor
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Текст песни Arctic Monkeys - Stickin' To The Floor
Won't somebody let me out!Don't wanna stick around no moreI said they're looking at yer strangeI said yer stickin' to the floorNot one of you's got an ounce of style in yerSo now one of you's gonna have to stop!( )Fucking hell I'll break your noseIf they keep on pushing you aroundKeep on steeping on your toesI'll pick you up when you fall downNot one of you's got an ounce of style in yerSaid not one of you, noNot one of you's got an ounce of style in yerSo now one of you's gonna have to stop!Ah ah, ah ah, oh!Ah ah, ah ah, ohYea, yea, yea!Not one of you's got an ounce of style in yer