Push It Around - Holocaust

Composed by：Edmund Dudley/Gary Lettice/John Mortimer/Robin Begg

OK babe you're in the driving seat

My heart just cringes every time we meet

Gotta get it out gotta push it around

Better stop quick I'm falling to the ground

Gimme all you got I got nothing to lose

You look so whaow in those high heeled shoes

You ain't no tramp you're a classy little dame

Fastest thing in town baby what's your game

Cryin' dyin' everybody sees me

Cryin' dyin' honey why dýa tease me

You look so fine with your hair hangin' down

I'd love to come over 'n' twist it around

Got my sights on you and I shoot to kill

Gonna get you now you bet your a*s I will

Give you my number you can call any time

Could even come over that suits me just fine

No foolin' this time honey that is for sure

Love in my bloodand there ain't no cure

Cryin' dyin' everybody sees me

Cryin' dyin' honey why dýa tease me

Cryin' dyin' everybody sees me

Cryin' dyin' honey why dýa tease me