Art Brut - What A Rush Lyrics

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I wish I hadn't taken off all my clothes

Now I need them, where did they go

Paris, please, lock up your daughters

It's a (?), it's giving me orders

I can't believe those things we did

Especially now I'm sober... ish

Paris, please, lock up your daughters

It's a (?), it's giving me orders

I'm trying to leave without waking you

But I can't leave without my socks

Paris, please, lock up your daughters

It's a (?), it's giving me orders

You like the Beatles and I like the Stones

But those are just records our parents owned

I can't believe those things I said

I blame it on a rush of love to the head

You like the Beatles and I like the Stones

But those are just records our parents owned

I pulled you down onto my bed

I blame it on a massive rush of love to the head

Last night this was a great idea

But now we're both stuck here

Paris, please, lock up your daughters

It's a (?), it's giving me orders

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Under the covers, both naked

I hate to see an opportunity wasted

Paris, please, lock up your daughters

It's a (?), it's giving me orders

"Should we be doing this?

You've got a girlfriend"

"I don't know so let's try again"

Paris, please, lock up your daughters

It's a (?), it's giving me orders

You like the Beatles and I like the Stones

But those are just records our parents owned

I can't believe those things I said

I blame it on a rush of love to the head

You like the Beatles and I like the Stones

But those are just records our parents owned

I pulled you down onto my bed

I blame it on a massive rush of love to the head

You were seen kissing

There's a scene missing

There's a scene missing

We were seen kissing

There's a scene missing

We were seen kissing

There's a scene missing

We were seen kissing

You like the Beatles and I like the Stones

But those are just records our parents owned

I can't believe those things I said

I blame it on a rush of love to the head

You like the Beatles and I like the Stones

But those are just records that our parents owned

I pulled you down onto my bed

I blame it on a massive rush of love to the head

You like the Beatles and I like the Stones

But those are just records that our parents owned

I can't believe those things I said

I blame it on a rush of love to the head

You like the Beatles and I like the Stones

But those are just records that our parents owned

I pulled you down onto my bed

I blame it on a massive rush of love to the head

You like the Beatles and I like the Stones

But those are just records that our parents owned

I can't believe those things I said

I blame it on a rush of love to the head

I should be guilt-ridden

I'm just wondering where my clothes are hidden

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