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lyrics
And the beat tells me that I shouldn't go home.
And the beat tells me that I shouldn't function right, function right.
And the beat tells me that I shouldn't go slow.
And the beat tells me that I shouldn't function right, function right.
And sure I'd like to be dancing,
no strings holding me back, but I've got panic
cause you're looking my way.
And the beats hit all the right nerves in my brain.
And all the drinks break my shame.
I've got a low return.
This'll take a while.
Got a dumb grin hiding underneath my glow,
Though I'm rezzin out, dont you know?
And the beat tells me that I shouldn't go home.
And the beat tells me that I shouldn't function right, function right.
And the beat tells me that I shouldn't go slow.
And the beat tells me that I shouldn't function right, function right.
And sure I've used four at the pinball machine,
waiting for you to come and check on me.
Two to play my favorite pixies song.
Thirty dollars for six nasty shots.
I've got a low return.
This'll take a while.
Got a dumb grin hiding underneath my glow,
Though I'm rezzin out, dont you know?
And I'm still here.
And I'm still here waiting for you to approve.
And I'm still here.
And I'm still here,
Still waiting on you!