| Spike heels and skin tight jeans
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| I’ve got a fist full of love that’s coming your way baby
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| Spike heels and skin tight jeans
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| I’ve got a fist full of love that’s coming your way baby
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| Spike heels and skin tight jeans
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| I’ve got a fist full of love that’s coming your way baby
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| I’m hanging on a wire
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| Spike heels and skin tight jeans
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| I’ve got a fist full of love that’s coming your way baby
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| Come baby come you know what I mean
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| And the drum beat’s rising higher
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| Bang goes my self control
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| I got your name on my face your face on my mind
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| Baby come baby come graffiti my soul
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| We should be getting it on
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| Fly DJs playing my song
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| Why don’t you take me head on?
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| We should be getting somewhere
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| Some kind of cool love affair
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| Don’t act as if you don’t care
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| You dream of touching me there
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| Your kisses taste of Cyanide
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| And that’s no good for me
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| An open heart is suicide
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| In my philosophy
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| I need a walking talking mannequin
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| That simply folds away
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| And never questions anything
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| I’ve got to say
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| N-n-n-n-n-n no more explanations
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| You’re never gonna know
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| You could k-k-k-k kill my reputation
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| I don’t do heavy loads
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| N-n-n-n-n-n no more conversations
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| You c-c-c-c-c can’t carve up the world
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| It’s a d-d-d-d-d dangerous occupation
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| Talking to a girl
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| I’m complicated
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| And I celebrate it
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| You’re getting jaded
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| But you’re fascinated
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| I’m complicated (Out the bedroom, down the stairs)
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| And I celebrate it (Along the carpet, no one cares)
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| You tell me you hate it (On the table, onto the floor)
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| But you’re fascinated (It's procreation and nothing more)
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| D-d-d-d-d dance if you want 'til the dirty is done
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| 'Cause we’re stars in the dead of the night
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| But if you’re looking for romance or a chance to reflect in the sun
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| Baby I’m gonna put up a fight
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| And you can d-d-d-d dance if you want 'til you fall out of space
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| And you crash in the back of the car
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| But if you wanna have the kids and the cash then get out of my face
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| Don’t push my love too far
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| I’m hanging on a wire
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| Spike heels and skin tight jeans
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| I’ve got a fist full of love that’s coming your way baby
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| Come baby come you know what I mean
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| And the drum beat’s rising higher
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| Bang goes my self control
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| I got your name on my face your face on my mind
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| Baby come baby come graffiti my soul
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| Baby come baby come graffiti my soul
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| Baby come baby come graffiti my soul
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| Baby come baby come graffiti my soul
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| And the drum beat’s rising higher
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| Bang goes my self control
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| I got your name on my face your face on my mind
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| Baby come baby come graffiti my soul |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Graffiti My Soul , by - Girls Aloud. Song from the album The Collection - Studio Albums / B Sides / Live, in the genre Поп