Take a look at your eyes, they're bloody mental swelled to the sides of the link, a continental A pack of those and a pack of ugly Menthols And I can tell by your teeth you've had a good life You can't take my temperature My god I'm too unwell to begin You can't take my temperature Cause I'm a hundred degrees in the shade
We tell my sister she stumbled to the party Because there's someone you like who's at the party You fell asleep on the coach before it started But I could tell by the coats this is a nice place
You can't take my temperature My god I'm too unwell to begin You can't take my temperature Cause I'm a hundred degrees in the shade
And now you tell me you've gone south for the winter And I can count my friends up on my fingers My hands are cold and I cannot feel my fingers And I can tell by your temps they're pretty healthy
You can't take my temperature My god I'm too unwell to begin And you can't take my temperature Cause I'm a hundred degrees in the shade again
You can't take my temperature My god I'm too unwell to begin You can't take my temperature Cause I'm a hundred degrees in the shade again
Compositores: Andrew Robert White (Andrew White) (PRS), Charles Richard Wilson (Ricky Wilson) (PRS), James Simon Rix (PRS), Nicholas James David Hodgson (PRS), Nicholas Matthew Baines (PRS)Editor: Rondor Music Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2008ECAD verificado obra #2060674 e fonograma #12603690 em 23/Abr/2024