Sanoja: Electric Six. Kukuxumushu.
1,2,3,4
Oh my God!
I met a girl named Kukuxumushu
Oh my God!
She walked on my heart
And she did it wearing two shoes
Oh my God!
She tossed me in a bag before she threw me away
She ran around telling all my friends I was gay.
Oh my God!
Oh my God!
I'm not the revolution
I'm just your boyfriend
A f**k solution
Until the world ends
Don't make me do this
Don't make me sing you a love song
Oh my God!
I took a ride with succubus Sally
Oh my God!
She drained-a my soul down at the bowling alley
Oh my God!
She scratches my skin and she kissed in my head
And she liquifies the living to feed to the dead
Oh my God!
Oh my God!
I'm not the revolution
I'm just your boyfriend
A f**k solution
Until the world ends
Don't make me do this
Don't make me sing you a love song
There are policemen with more sympathy
And paupers with more money than me
And while those things they might be true
There are corpses with more
Personality
Than you!
1,2,3,4
I fell in love with Hollywood Heather
But she was just another angry trend setter
Her body was assembled by a plastic MD
And she made me the object of her insecurity
I'm not the revolution
I'm just your boyfriend
A f**k solution
Until the world ends
What more can I say
Than 'Oh My God'?
Oh my God!
Oh my God!
Oh my God!
Oh my God!
Oh my God!
Oh my God!
Oh my God!
Oh my God!
I met a girl named Kukuxumushu
Oh my God!
She walked on my heart
And she did it wearing two shoes
Oh my God!
She tossed me in a bag before she threw me away
She ran around telling all my friends I was gay.
Oh my God!
Oh my God!
I'm not the revolution
I'm just your boyfriend
A f**k solution
Until the world ends
Don't make me do this
Don't make me sing you a love song
Oh my God!
I took a ride with succubus Sally
Oh my God!
She drained-a my soul down at the bowling alley
Oh my God!
She scratches my skin and she kissed in my head
And she liquifies the living to feed to the dead
Oh my God!
Oh my God!
I'm not the revolution
I'm just your boyfriend
A f**k solution
Until the world ends
Don't make me do this
Don't make me sing you a love song
There are policemen with more sympathy
And paupers with more money than me
And while those things they might be true
There are corpses with more
Personality
Than you!
1,2,3,4
I fell in love with Hollywood Heather
But she was just another angry trend setter
Her body was assembled by a plastic MD
And she made me the object of her insecurity
I'm not the revolution
I'm just your boyfriend
A f**k solution
Until the world ends
What more can I say
Than 'Oh My God'?
Oh my God!
Oh my God!
Oh my God!
Oh my God!
Oh my God!
Oh my God!
Oh my God!