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If it's a hard, cold beat
You can go dance every night
You won't care it's true
It won't be missing the spice
You won't know that it hit ya
Until the sound comes through
Nothing will make you win
Even the law won't fight
Hey!
Looking to make your winning
It only makes you look nice
I got a sound that's nice
Watching the days go by
We can't go to Gaylord's house
You know we have no time
We order too many cocktails
That is the way of the world
You can go dance every night
You won't care it's true
It won't be missing the spice
You won't know that it hit ya
Until the sound comes through
Nothing will make you win
Even the law won't fight
Hey!
Looking to make your winning
It only makes you look nice
I got a sound that's nice
Watching the days go by
We can't go to Gaylord's house
You know we have no time
We order too many cocktails
That is the way of the world
Lyrics submitted by imilktjesussnipples
Track duration: 06:23
"Raunchola/Moby Dick [Live][#]" as written by Kurt Cobain
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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This is a hard, cold beat
You can go dance if you like
You won't get in trouble
And the tea has some spice
You wanna know it hits ya
You can make, have some fun
Watching them make you away
Up on the wall you won't
Aaaaah
What's in the wait, your waiter
You only ate your garnish
I ordered spam and rice
Is this to say you're fired
We dance on the table tops
We only had your daughter
We ordered too many cocktails
Watching the way you love
I think its about go-go bars...