| I can’t help myself …
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| I am the doughnut that you hold up And I never sold up in a pie,
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| The hoot boot’s so fly,
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| I always try to beat the rest to impress,
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| I put my tongue in my trouser press,
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| I got the toots baby you got the fruits,
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| Fruit got the loot lady you got the boots,
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| Don’t be a mook don’t get the spook,
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| Don’t be a cry baby I only said maybe,
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| Shmoozin I was pressuing when like a catapult,
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| I did a summersault,
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| Going down the lazy river,
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| three fingers deliver,
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| I can’t help myself…,
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| The reverb you just heard is resounding in the surrounding area,
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| It’s getting scarier I’ve got the amp damp mangled,
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| got my tingle in tangle let me see what I can wangle,
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| In the bermuda triangle,
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| Gravity will be the death of me,
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| Terminal velocity follow the follow the vaper,
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| One hundred purcent proof caper,
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| Burst the barricades but don’t drink the lemonade,
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| Martinis by beeard man an artizan down at the can can,
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| And oh yes he can can fat,
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| Fredies cat in seven lead boots whiskey for the whiskers the shot sure shoots,
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| She sells sea shells sea shells on the sea shore,
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| Is it true what mummy said you can’t come back no more,
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| Oh no no no no singing a song about nothing,
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| Talk through my belly button,
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| At the inn of seventh happiness more or less,
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| I found you on the floor saying more more more,
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| Peel back the skin sonar beats like quaver,
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| Small bananas selected for flavour,
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| I can’t help myself… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Can't Help Myself , by - Moloko. Song from the album Do You Like My Tight Sweater?, in the genre Электроника