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Oh put your boots under your pants, you faux revolutionaryUse your hips when you danceMan, this city is getting so scaryGive me a chance (I'm so sick of writing songs)Use your hips when you dance (Man, you knew me all along)I'm ready for something that hasn't appearedand you're making me so angry so far away from here.I'm so sick of hearing about loveIt's so overrated my stomach is sickIt's so easy to forget all of the girls I've ever metThey're replaced easy enough by a pack of cigarettes.Oh, but cigarettes leave me coughing and wanting and coughing and wanting and wanting moreAnd all these bottles, they're empty long before I'm satisfiedAs whisky seeps through the cracks in all these rough-cut wooden tablesYeah, existence is crippled by my thoughts tonight as I stumble from the bus closest to my apartmentSo close that I can see it spinning. Why am I the only one, the only one standing still?What was so thrilling about a night on the town?I can't even remember, I can't even remember, I can't even remember my name, my nameCan't even remember my nameSo, put your boots under your pants, you faux revolutionaryUse your hips when you danceMan, this city is getting so scary.Give me a chance, I'm so sick of all you faux revolutionariesGive me a chance, but be waryLetras de cancionesBe so wary now, be so wary now, you faux revolutionary nowBe so wary now, be so wary now, you faux revolutionaryUse your hips when you danceUse your hips on my hips when you danceUse your hips when you danceBut be wary From Letras Mania