Mulder and Scully (The Ex-Files) Songtext
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Mulder and Scully (The Ex-Files) Songtext
I′d rather be liberated
I find myself captivated
Stop doing what you keep doing it to
I'd rather stay bald and lonely
I dream I′m your one and only
Stop doing what you keep doing it to
Things are getting strange
I'm starting to worry
This could be a case for Mulder and Scully
Things are getting strange
Now I can't sleep alone
I′d rather be jumping ship
I find myself jumping straight in
Stop doing what you keep doing it to
Forever be dozy and dim
I wake myself thinking of him
Stop doing what you keep doing it to
Things are getting strange
I′m starting to worry
This could be a case for Mulder and Scully
Things are getting strange
Now I can't sleep alone
Here, my bed is made for two
And there′s nothing I can do
So tell me something I don't know
If my head is full of you
Is there nothing I can do?
My stereo, my two-two
My two, my two
And as for some happy ending
I′d rather stay single and thin
Stop doing what you keep doing it to
I'd rather be captured by aliens
Than ache for a man with nothing
Oh, stop doing what you keep doing it to
Things are getting strange
I′m starting to worry
This could be a case for Mulder and Scully
Things are getting strange
Now I can't sleep alone
Things are getting strange
I'm starting to worry
This could be a case for Mulder and Scully
Things are getting strange
Now I can′t sleep alone
So what have you got to say about that?
And what does someone do without love?
And what does someone do with love?
Oh, what have you got to say about that?
I find myself captivated
Stop doing what you keep doing it to
I'd rather stay bald and lonely
I dream I′m your one and only
Stop doing what you keep doing it to
Things are getting strange
I'm starting to worry
This could be a case for Mulder and Scully
Things are getting strange
Now I can't sleep alone
I′d rather be jumping ship
I find myself jumping straight in
Stop doing what you keep doing it to
Forever be dozy and dim
I wake myself thinking of him
Stop doing what you keep doing it to
Things are getting strange
I′m starting to worry
This could be a case for Mulder and Scully
Things are getting strange
Now I can't sleep alone
Here, my bed is made for two
And there′s nothing I can do
So tell me something I don't know
If my head is full of you
Is there nothing I can do?
My stereo, my two-two
My two, my two
And as for some happy ending
I′d rather stay single and thin
Stop doing what you keep doing it to
I'd rather be captured by aliens
Than ache for a man with nothing
Oh, stop doing what you keep doing it to
Things are getting strange
I′m starting to worry
This could be a case for Mulder and Scully
Things are getting strange
Now I can't sleep alone
Things are getting strange
I'm starting to worry
This could be a case for Mulder and Scully
Things are getting strange
Now I can′t sleep alone
So what have you got to say about that?
And what does someone do without love?
And what does someone do with love?
Oh, what have you got to say about that?
Writer(s): Cerys Matthews, Mark Roberts, Paul Jones, Owen Powell, Aled Richards Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

