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Letras: Tilly and the Wall. o. Too Excited.

You wanna call the shots
You talk the talk
You wanna ask for luck
And never lose your spot

You're going all the way
What a daily chore
You gotta walk the walk
You never walked before

You want all the cake
And push it in your mouth
Your gonna choke your throat
You better spit it out

You wanna play again
You wanna show some blood
Gonna flood Japan
And say it's all for love, yeah

Well, I say, boo hoo
And I say, fuck you

You wanna rally up
You wanna push and shove
I don't give a shit
If I'm cool or not

So don't throw a fit
I'm not buying it
We don't want no one
To get too excited

Raise the stakes
I'm gonna call you out
I gonna burn this
Motherfuckin' party down

Before the clock
Strikes at midnight
Don't want no one
To get too excited

Well, I say, boo hoo
And I say, fuck you
Well, I say, boo hoo
And I say, fuck you

Watch where you step
They're gonna push you down
If you slip, well, we won't

Say yeah, yeah
Say yeah, yeah

They're gonna hunt you down
Try to put their guns
To your head but we won't

Say yeah, yeah
Say yeah, yeah

Poor little baby, sorry
You can't shake me down
Poor little baby, sorry
You can't shake me down

Well, I say, boo hoo
And I say, fuck you
Well, I say, boo hoo
And I say, fuck you

Tilly and the Wall