JUKEBOX Songtext
von Ryn Kid

Bout time we had a comeback
Back to living it up
Running on the wrong track, wrong track
Never looking up
Pat Benatar she had it right there from the start
This love is a battle
Now we′re taking up arms

I don't need this whisky soda watered down
I don′t need a lover going stale
Playing pool and scratching on the 8 ball now
Who know, we'd lose

Let me lean against the jukebox
I got that funk playing
I just paid my dollar but ya
Thought you'd start conversating
Someone get this man up off me
He′s got his hands all on my mind
My mind


Stop, I can see it coming
Your grievance poured out on the floor
Leave a stain right on it
Ahh ahh
Then I hit you with that ahh boy get up off of me
Don′t ya, need some air to breath?
Got none of me left to keep, respectfully, baby

I don't need this whisky soda watered down
I don′t need a lover going stale
Playing pool and scratching on the 8 ball now
Who know, we'd lose

Let me lean against the jukebox
I got that funk playing
I just paid my dollar but ya
Thought you′d start conversating
Someone get this man up off me
He's got his hands all on my mind
My mind
Let me lean against the jukebox
I got that funk playing
I just paid my dollar but ya
Thought you′d start conversating
Someone get this man up off me
He's got his hands all on my mind
My mind