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I woke up weak today and needing your voice
Crawled into the speakers and turned up the volume
Felt so sick today but cured by your noise
My head in the speakers is drowning out volumes
In "Ashes To Ashes" I'm falling falling
In "Ashes To Ashes" I'm losing losing
In "Curl" and "Grazes" I'm feeling feeling
In "Curl" and "Grazes" I'm losing losing
Turn it up turn it up turn it up turn it up
Turn it up turn it up turn it up turn it up
Turn me on
I dress up bright tonight and needing the beat
Dance into the speakers and max up the volume
Feel so high tonight and moved by my feet
My heart in the speakers is loving the volume
In "Pretty Vacant" I'm jumping jumping
In "Pretty Vacant" I'm moving moving
In "Teaches Of Peaches" I'm speeding speeding
In "Teaches Of Peaches" I'm moving moving
Turn it up turn it up turn it up turn it up
Turn it up turn it up turn it up turn it up
Turn me on
In "Delia's Gone" "I'll Keep It With Mine" "Birdland" "Clouds"
In "Sous Le Soleil Exactement" "Sunshine Superman" "I Want You" "Ghosts"
In "Some Velvet Morning" "Paper Wings" "Virginia Avenue" "Laura"
In "Summer's Almost Over" "I Walk the Line" "A Night Like This" "Strange Fruit"
In "Hatful Of Hollow" I'm diving diving
In "Hatful Of Hollow" I'm screaming screaming
In "Boys" and "Voodoo" I'm living living
In "Boys" and "Voodoo" I'm screaming screaming
Turn it up turn it up turn it up turn it up
Turn it up turn it up turn it up turn it up
Turn me on!
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Je respire l'air doux de la cité
Cité, cité ah-ah
On circule aux couleurs des néons
Néons, néons ah-ah
Je m'imagine dans un film français
Français, français ah-ah
Dans cette foutue mercedes blanche
Dans cette foutue mercedes!
La nuit
Cette nuit
Oh nuit - oh la nuit sans fin!
La nuit
Cette nuit
Oh nuit - ho la nuit sans fin!
Minuit j'suis si high à la party
Party, party ah-ah
Le mix de gelée vodka et le beat
Le beat, le beat ah-ah
Tu flashes sur ce balcon de Paris
Paris, Paris ah-ah
Et m'excites avec ton look risqué!
Tu m'excites avec ton look!
La nuit
Cette nuit
Oh nuit - oh la nuit sans fin!
La nuit
Cette nuit
Oh nuit - oh la nuit sans fin!
Cherche la tombe de Gainsbourg à six heures
Six heures, six heures ah-ah
Nos coeurs cocaine à Montparnasse
Coca, coca ah-ah
On assassine un de ces airs!
Ces airs, ces airs ah-ah
Joue à cache cache 'vec le matin
Jouons à cache cache!
La nuit
Cette nuit
Oh nuit - oh la nuit sans fin!
La nuit
Cette nuit
Oh nuit - oh la nuit sans fin!
La nuit
Cette nuit
Oh nuit - oh la nuit sans fin!
La nuit
Cette nuit
Oh nuit - oh la nuit sans fin!
La nuit
Cette nuit
Oh nuit - oh la nuit sans fin!
La nuit
Cette nuit
Oh nuit - oh la nuit sans fin!
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Everybody put your hands in the air and get
down on the floor
OO OO' OO OO'
They were sitting down and drinking
They were hanging out and talking
But they would'nt move to the dj's groove
An it got the DJ raging!
"Have you got any old school hip hop?
Have you got any thrash rock bebop?
Have you got anything a bit more uptempo?
Handbag? Techno? Disco? Electro?"
AAAAAAAARGH!
You better run
Cos the DJ s got a gun
Gonna end your fun
Cos the Dj s got a gun
They were standing round and posing
They were chilling out n smoking
But they wouldn't move to the DJ's groove
An it got the DJ raving!
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Boy you really got me going
You got me so I don't know what I'm doing now
Yeh you really got me now
You got me so I can't sleep at night
Yeh you really got me now
You got me so I don't know what I'm doing now
Oh yeh you really got me now
You got me so I can't sleep at night
You really got me
You really got me
You really got me
See don't ever set me free
I always wanna be by your side
Boy you really got me so I can't sleep at night
Yeh you really got me now
You got me so I don't know what I'm doing now
Oh yeh you really got me now
You got me so I can't sleep at night
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You like to throw up words
Speak to us as if we got germs
And label us with junior terms
I'm a dog I'm a pig I'm a cow I'm a bird (Tweet Tweet)
Your tongue twists and scars
I need these tags like stabs in the heart
Names for my sex - Oh Blah Blah Blah
I'm a slag I'm a slut I'm a tramp I'm a tart
It's not a dirty word
It's not a dirty word
C'mon use it dream it choose it own it sign it scream it
G-I-R-L - GIRL!!
We're a double X and proud of it
So vexed -Shan't mind our language
With the F word - F for feminist
I'm a doll I'm a witch I'm a peach I'm a bitch
Hands up if you wanna be in our gang
Cos ladies need a modern vocab
and for starters snatch the old school slang
I'm a twat I'm a bag I'm a cunt I'm a shag
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Oh Oh Oh Ow Ow Ow Oh Oh Oh Oh Ow Ow Ow
She's a colour scientist
White boots white belt white badge
To wear in wear out
Her grooves her heat she's bad
To show off show out
Pearl lips peach nips pink vadge
To wear in wear out
Her trip her mix her blag
To show off show out
Blue moods blue guilt blue radge
To wear in wear out
Her moves her beat her bag
To blow up blow out
Green eyed gold tied red rags
To wear in wear out
Sa spark sa pitch sa basse
To show off show out!
Colours are giving me sounds
Sounds are giving me
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You're talking about me, cos I'm front page news
Flicking the pages baby and feeling for clues
You're talking about me, and it's all over the web
The stories you're spinning baby, 've gone to my head
I'm hot gossip I'm on your lips
You're talking about me, yeah and my heart beat speeds
Keep dishing the dirt now baby I never was real clean
You're talking about me, and your pants are on fire
Your sources are nasty baby and you're a liar liar!
I'm hot gossip I'm on your lips
You're talking about me - ain't that the truth!
Spreading your rumours baby cos you want to seduce
You're talking about me, and it's not all nice
You don't even know me baby oh but that's alright cos
I'm hot gossip I'm on your lips
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wanna the makeup, the clothes n the fashion magazines
gotta the tits n the cash,
i'm a turn-on in tight jeans
gimmee the makeup, the clothes n the fashion magazines
luvva ma tits n ma cache,
i'm a turn-on in tight jeans
(who cares if I can work machines?)
mirror mirror - live by the
mirror mirror - die by the
wanna the focus, the flash
n the lens on me me me
gotta the pose n the pout - i'm a princess in wet dreams
gimmee the focus, the flash
n the lens on me me me
luvva ta pose n ta pout -
i'm a princess in wet dreams
(who cares if i can work machines?)
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Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh
I saw your face last night on TV
I chant your name all night in dreamland
I saw your shadow at the bus stop
I kiss your image in the paper
You're voodoo I like you I like you I do
I felt your rhythm at the party
I taste your breath upon my shoulder
I tug your arm three times to get ya
I put a fiver in your pocket
Magikal qu'il soit
J'écris ton nom cette fois
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Everybody put your hands in the air and get
down on the floor
OO OO' OO OO'
They were sitting down and drinking
They were hanging out and talking
But they would'nt move to the dj's groove
An it got the DJ raging!
"Have you got any old school hip hop?
Have you got any thrash rock be pop?
Have you got anything a bit more uptempo?
Handbag? Techno? Disco? Electro?"
AAAAAAAARGH!
You better run
Cos the DJ s got a gun
Gonna end your fun
Cos the Dj s got a gun
They were standing round and posing
They were chilling out n smoking
But they wouldn't move to the DJ's groove
An it got the DJ raving!
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You're talking about me, cos I'm front page news
Flicking the pages baby and feeling for clues
You're talking about me, and it's all over the web
The stories you're spinning baby, 've gone to my head
I'm hot gossip I'm on your lips
You're talking about me, yeah and my heart beat speeds
Keep dishing the dirt now baby I never was real clean
You're talking about me, and your pants are on fire
Your sources are nasty baby and you're a liar liar!
I'm hot gossip I'm on your lips
You're talking about me - ain't that the truth!
Spreading your rumours baby cos you want to seduce
You're talking about me, and it's not all nice
You don't even know me baby oh but that's alright cos
I'm hot gossip I'm on your lips
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