Take a look at your eyes, they're bloody mental
Swelled to the size of a Lincoln Continental
A bag of this and a pack of ugly menthols
And I can tell by your teeth you've had a good life
You can't take my temperature
My god I'm too unwell to be here hey, hey, hey, hey
You can't take my temperature
Cause I'm a hundred degrees in the shade of your hair
We said my sister, she stumbled to a party
Because there's someone you like who's at the party
You fell asleep on the coats before it started
But I could tell by the coats this is a nice place
You can't take my temperature
My god I'm too unwell to be here hey, hey, hey, hey
You can't take my temperature
Cause I'm a hundred degrees in the shade of your hair
But now you tell me you've gone south for the winter
And I can count my friends up on my fingers
My hands are cold and I cannot feel my fingers
And I can tell by your temps they're pretty healthy
You should take my temperature
My god I'm too unwell to be here hey, hey, hey, hey
You can't take my temperature
Cause I'm a hundred degrees in the shade of your hair
Oooooooh
Oooooooooooooh
Oooooooooooooooooh
You should take my temperature
My god I'm too unwell to be here hey, hey, hey, hey
You can't take my temperature
Cause I'm a hundred degrees in the shade of your hair
You can't take my temperature
My god I'm too unwell to be here hey, hey, hey, hey
You can't take my temperature
Cause I'm a hundred degrees in the shade of your hair
Writer(s): Nicholas Hodgson, Nicholas Baines, James Rix, Charles Richard Wilson, Andrew Robert White
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