Palpitations Songtext
von Low Cut Connie

Whoo

Drop your dicks and go with me, babe
We′ll live like hippies, you know you will say
That you know we may never get the chance again
The way you feel is written on your face
But two streets over, there's a different place we can go
Just to let ourselves dance again

So come and we′ll live it, babe
Walk around this campus like we're out of place
Such a strange feelin', babe
Gettin′ palpitations in the United States

I′m a rocker on the radio
My buckle's gonna keep you on your toes
And you know
Might be the end of all time again
I wanna take you to the upper room
Pretty baby, gonna get there soon
Before they close
And it′s the end of the line again


So come and we'll live it, babe
Walk around this campus like we′re out of place
Such a strange feelin', babe
We′re gettin' palpitations in the United States

Whoa, ooh (whoa-oh-oh)
Whoa-ooh (whoa-oh-oh)
Whoa-oh-oh (whoa-oh-oh)
Yeah, c'mon

So come and we′ll live it, babe
Walk around this campus like we own the place
Such a strange feelin′, babe
Gettin' palpitations in the United States

Whoa, ooh (whoa-oh-oh)
Whoa-ooh (whoa-oh-oh)
Whoa-oh-oh (whoa-oh-oh)
Yeah

C′mon, c'mon, c′mon
One more time, one more time, one more time
One more time
Here we go