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Beck - Fuckin` With My Head Beck - Fuckin` With My Head |
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EI ain't got no DincliAnation E D A
EGive away my Dsweet senAsation E D A
ESleepin` in an Dold toolAshed E D A
EScumbag cryin` Don his Apillow E D A
CHORUS:
DWhen you wanna Abe with me then Gwe will see
who's Dfuckin` with my Ehead E D A
hey hey hey
who`s fuckin` with my head
Found myself in New Orleans
With a scarecrow in my jeans
Beat my forehead through the ceiling
Drank my coffee with a hubcap, yeah
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.....
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