verse 1
Daddy told me, look into the future,
Sit.. at your computer, be a good girl.
Mumma said remember you're a lady,
Think before you play and straighten your curls
Well, everybody's talking like I'm crazy,
Dangerous and lazy, girl with no soul
But I've seen it all from where I'm hiding, baby
'Coz I'm slidin'... out of control
Sit.. at your computer, be a good girl.
Mumma said remember you're a lady,
Think before you play and straighten your curls
Well, everybody's talking like I'm crazy,
Dangerous and lazy, girl with no soul
But I've seen it all from where I'm hiding, baby
'Coz I'm slidin'... out of control
pre-chorus
Here I go, off the road, crank the stereo
I flick my finger to the world below, oh
Here I am, dirty hands, I don't give a damn
Shut your mouth, because it.. might.. show
I flick my finger to the world below, oh
Here I am, dirty hands, I don't give a damn
Shut your mouth, because it.. might.. show
chorus
I don't need no good advice, I'm already wasted
I don't need some other life, cold and complicated
I don't need no Sunday trips, tea.. and sympathizing
I don't need no special fix to.. anaesthetize me
I don't need some other life, cold and complicated
I don't need no Sunday trips, tea.. and sympathizing
I don't need no special fix to.. anaesthetize me
verse 2
Daddy always told me to remember,
Leave the boys to later, don't you drop down
Mumma said.. I'd never get to heaven
Hanging 'til eleven with the wrong crowd
Everybody's talking like I'm lonely.
Just another phoney girl that got played
But I dig the music that I'm making, baby,
And I'll break it into your brain
Leave the boys to later, don't you drop down
Mumma said.. I'd never get to heaven
Hanging 'til eleven with the wrong crowd
Everybody's talking like I'm lonely.
Just another phoney girl that got played
But I dig the music that I'm making, baby,
And I'll break it into your brain
pre-chorus
Here I go, off the road, crank the stereo
I flick my finger to the world below, oh
Here I am, dirty hands, I don't give a damn
Shut your mouth, because it.. might.. show
I flick my finger to the world below, oh
Here I am, dirty hands, I don't give a damn
Shut your mouth, because it.. might.. show
chorus
I don't need no good advice, I'm already wasted
I don't need some other life, cold and complicated
I don't need no Sunday trips, tea.. and sympathizing
I don't need no special fix to.. anaesthetize me
I don't need some other life, cold and complicated
I don't need no Sunday trips, tea.. and sympathizing
I don't need no special fix to.. anaesthetize me
chorus
I don't need no good advice, I'm already wasted
I don't need some other life, cold and complicated
I don't need no Sunday trips, tea.. and sympathizing
I don't need no special fix to.. anaesthetize me
I don't need some other life, cold and complicated
I don't need no Sunday trips, tea.. and sympathizing
I don't need no special fix to.. anaesthetize me
outro
I don't need .. no good advice.
No well intentioned .. sacrifice.
And I don't .. need no Sunday trips.
No chocolate box .. or speed for kicks.
Hell I don't .. need no beauty sleep.
No need to count .. those dirty sheep.
And I don't need no bedtime prayer
'Coz frankly .. I don't even care.
No well intentioned .. sacrifice.
And I don't .. need no Sunday trips.
No chocolate box .. or speed for kicks.
Hell I don't .. need no beauty sleep.
No need to count .. those dirty sheep.
And I don't need no bedtime prayer
'Coz frankly .. I don't even care.
song info:
Verified yes
LanguageEnglish
Rank−
Duration00:03:48
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Copyright ©Kobalt Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music
WriterBrian Thomas Higgins, Lene Crawford Nystroem, Lisa Cowling, Matthew Del Gray, Miranda Eleanor De Fonbrune Cooper, Nick Coler, Shawn Lee Mahan, Tim Elliot Larcombe, Timothy Elliott Larcombe, Timothy Martin Powell
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Last updatedMay 21st, 2023
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