Tripod - Personal Spaceman | Текст песни

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• Personal Spaceman

Da-na-na-na...

(A capella intro, continues under...)

Humuna humuna hey.
Humuna humuna hey.
Comin' at ya now.
Like a freight train.
Toot!
No escape route.
Comin' at ya now.
I'm reachin' out my arms,
Stoopin', pokin', grabbin', touchin',
And you're flinchin' from my charms,
Cringin', fidget, fiddle, scratchin',
And you wanna get away,
But I'm forcing you to stay in the corner.
I wanna keep you right here,
Stayin' near as a wanna,
In the corner.

Personal spaceman...
I'm comin' up close.
You're gonna have a dose of my pleasance.
Personal spaceman...
Force-feed you with my gross presence.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah.

Bup dan-na-na-na-nah...

(Continues under...)

Got you in a bunch.
You know what I had for lunch
Yesterday,
And I'm talkin' real loud,
Keepin' all the other crowd at bay.
Girl or boy,
I'll destroy
Any chance of you feelin' at ease,
And I'm reachin', stoopin', pokin', grabbin', touchin'
Just as long as I please.

I'm pushin' and you're close to the edge.
You wanna smack me one in the head.

Dah da-na-na-na-nah.
Da-na-na-na-nah.
Da-na-na-na-nah.
Da-na da.
Da-na.

Personal spaceman...
I'm comin' up close.
You're gonna have a dose of my pleasance.
Personal spaceman...
Force-feed you with my gross presence.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah.
Personal spaceman...
I'm comin' up close.
You're gonna have a dose of my pleasance.
Personal spaceman...
Force-feed you with my gross presence.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah.
Personal spaceman...
Where do you think you're going,
Young lady, young man?
Personal spaceman...
I don't think so.
Hey, I'm your biggest fan.
Personal spaceman...
And besides I've gotta have something to do with my hands.
Personal spaceman.
Personal spaceman...
Oooohhh...
Personal spaceman...
Oooohhh...
Personal spaceman...
Oooohhh...
Personal spaceman...