Push It Around - Holocaust

Push It Around - Holocaust
Composed by：Edmund Dudley/Gary Lettice/John Mortimer/Robin Begg
OK babe you're in the driving seat
My heart just cringes every time we meet
Gotta get it out gotta push it around
Better stop quick I'm falling to the ground
Gimme all you got I got nothing to lose
You look so whaow in those high heeled shoes
You ain't no tramp you're a classy little dame
Fastest thing in town baby what's your game
Cryin' dyin' everybody sees me
Cryin' dyin' honey why dýa tease me
You look so fine with your hair hangin' down
I'd love to come over 'n' twist it around
Got my sights on you and I shoot to kill
Gonna get you now you bet your a*s I will
Give you my number you can call any time
Could even come over that suits me just fine
No foolin' this time honey that is for sure
Love in my bloodand there ain't no cure
Cryin' dyin' everybody sees me
Cryin' dyin' honey why dýa tease me
Cryin' dyin' everybody sees me
Cryin' dyin' honey why dýa tease me