Lyrics of Go out

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pochette album Go out
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I cannot sing along,
Dancing with myself
We go get a gun,
Luxury of stuff

I'm seedy and the whole,
Dancing with myself
I get into my bed,
I do it to myself

To the local
To the lo-o-o i go out
To the lo-o-o-ocal by myself
To the lo-o-o-ocal

I get into my bed
There's nothing to be address now
There's nothing to get hung about
Cos i do it all the time

The shepherd ----
She done it all again
I get ready to go

The green jokes get to come

He going to the local
He going to the local -o-ohh
He going to the lo-o-o-ocal
He going to the lo-o-o-ocal

Too many western men
Are probably left undone
Imperious desire
The pepper of luxury
A greedy go ge…
She on a roll
She get ready to go
She's dancing with hereslf

She does it with herself
She does it with herself
She does it on her o-o-o-own
She does it on her o-o-o-own

Uh, uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh

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