Hold up! Hold up! Hold up! Hold up!
Hold up! Hold up!
Yeh Yeh,
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Hold up! Hold up!
Yeh Yeh, Yeh Yeh.
Let me hit you with somethin, somethin slow, somethin lovely. She like's it country, Oh she likes it country.
She don't like that fast shit, that sexually harrassed shit.
She likes getting blasted, that's it now.
Hold on! I'm not gona stop you gettin it on. We need to bleed shit, before we rock n roll n start to beleive shit.
We need mor time, time, to drink up all of that wine, wine.
You sure look fine, fine, stick out ya tounge & let me put a little time on ya!
Hold up! Hold up! Hold up! Hold up! Hold up! Hold up! Yeh Yeh, Yeh Yeh.
The devil is smooooooth! What you talkin bout the devil is loose.
The devil is bad, the devil is crazy give me some juice.
Who's new to the noose now. You're too tall to fall, too fat to crawl, too bruised to get bruised now, hit me with the switches. I don't wanna use words like bitches.
I don't drink coffe. I don't drink tea, but I, I could drop me a vicadin & then pick you up around 3.
I don't have a car, I guess that's some kinda thing, but don't sit by the phone if you wanna hear it ring.
(somebody call me on the line sayin what what)
Hold up! Hold up! Hold up! Hold up! Hold up! Hold up! Yeh Yeh, Yeh Yeh.
Solo
Hold up! Hold up! Hold up! Hold up! Hold up! Hold up! Yeh Yeh, Yeh Yeh.
Writer(s): Michael Tierney, Cormac Breslin, David Haughton, Colin Nolan, Daniel Benjamin Marcus
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