Testo Go Out

I cannot sing along
Dancing with myself
We go get a gun
luxury of stuff
I'm feeling ooh
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-o-ocal by myself
To the lo-o-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 is undone
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-o-ocal
He going to the lo-o-o-o-ocal

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

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