There's a hand on a wire that leads to my mouth I can hear you knockin' but I'm not comin' out Don't want to be a puppet or a ventriloquist 'Cause there's no ventilation on a critical list Fingers creepin' up my spine are not mine to resist Strict time Toughen up, toughen up Keep your lip buttoned up Strict time Oh the muscles flex and the fingers curl And a cold sweat breaks out on the sweater girl Strict time Oh he's all hands, don't touch that dial The courting cold wars weekend witch trial Strict time All the boys are straight laced and the girls are frigid The talk is two-faced and the rules are rigid 'cause it's strict time Strict time Toughen up, toughen up Keep your lip buttoned up Strict time You talk in hushed tones, I talk in lush tones Try to look Italian through the musical Valium Strict time Thinkin' of grand larceny Smokin' the everlasting cigarette of chastity Cute assistants stayin' alive More like a hand job than the hand jive Strict time Toughen up, toughen up Keep your lip buttoned up Strict time Toughen up, toughen up Keep your lip buttoned up Strict time Strict time, strict time Strict time, strict time © BMG MUSIC PUBG LTD (UK); Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com