Little Matchstick Owen Songtext
von Happy Mondays
Little Matchstick Owen Songtext
The harder you get, the more that you like it
The heated it goes, the more that you want
Thinking and sleeping and smoking and whoring
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Did it ever get boring? It soothes you
Me no taxi
Me no radio car
Me no taxi
Get no radio cab
′Cause she don't float that way for you
No, she don′t swing that way for I
And your father was disgusted with you
And your brother get busted
No, that won't swing that way for me
No, that don't swing that way for you
The harder you get, the more that you want it
The harder it goes, the more that you like
You′ll be no taxi
Be no radio car
Get no taxi
You′ll be no radio cab
So you can go to the back of the cue
Oh, and we're just too nice to it, didn′t I do
The heated it goes, the more that you want
Thinking and sleeping and smoking and whoring
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Did it ever get boring? It soothes you
Me no taxi
Me no radio car
Me no taxi
Get no radio cab
′Cause she don't float that way for you
No, she don′t swing that way for I
And your father was disgusted with you
And your brother get busted
No, that won't swing that way for me
No, that don't swing that way for you
The harder you get, the more that you want it
The harder it goes, the more that you like
You′ll be no taxi
Be no radio car
Get no taxi
You′ll be no radio cab
So you can go to the back of the cue
Oh, and we're just too nice to it, didn′t I do
Writer(s): Mark Philip Day, Shaun Ryder, Gary Kenneth Whelan, Paul Anthony Ryder, Paul Richard Davis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com