Vista previa
I ain´t got no inclination
give away my sweet sensation
sleepin in an old toolshed
scumbag cryin´ on his pillow
when you wanna be with me, then we will see
who´s fuckin´ with my head
hey hey hey hey
fuckin´ with my head
hey hey hey hey
found myself in New Orleans
with a scarecrow in my jeans
beat my forehead through the ceilin´
drank my coffee with a hubcap...yeah
when you want to be with me, then we will see
who´s fuckin´ with my head
no no no no
fuckin´ with my head
hey hey hey hey
devil´s got your pantyhose on his head
oh yeah, and he´s robbin´ me but all I got is cornbread
well, you turn my body into a crutch
and now I´m limpin´ all over when I feel your touch...oh yeah
Oooh...
Oooh...rode up on my check-out boots
runnin´ wild on the bayou
now talkin´ on a walkie-talkie
credit card glued to my hand...feels good
when you wanna be with me, then we will see
who´s fuckin´ with my head
hey hey hey hey
no no no no
fuckin´ with my head
make me feel like an asshole
I ain´t got no soul
I ain´t got no soul
no no no no
no no no no
no no no no
no no no no