Oh, where I come from I just don't confirm Get me out of here Leave the boredom behind Wanna see those bright lights Get this thing in gear, yeah So we'll ride in my car Follow the star Drive on into town With the stereo loud Take the Great West Road out Might think I went there down, down You get your boots on You get your boots on And all boys and girls sing (Na na na na) Straight out of West London (Na na na na) Just like a loaded gun (Na na na na) The cognoscenti don't like us Don't like us (Na na na na) We'll hit the strip tonight (Na na na na ) Your eyes are burning so bright (Na na na na) Can't you feel the blood rush, baby Tied up too tight And tell me can you feel it Feel the city breathing Feel its beating heart No superstition Just cold ambition It's time to make a mark, oh You get your boots on You get your boots on And all boys and girls sing (Na na na na) Straight out of West London (Na na na na) Just like a loaded gun (Na na na na) The cognoscenti don't like us Don't like us (Na na na na) We'll hit the strip tonight (Na na na na) Your eyes are burning so bright (Na na na na) Can't you feel the blood rush, baby Tied up too tight Tied up too tight Tied up too tight, tight Say somethin' You put your boots on You gotta move on And all boys and girls sing (Na na na na) Straight out of West London (Na na na na) Just like a loaded gun (Na na na na) The cognoscenti, they don't like us They don't like us (Na na na na) We'll hit the strip tonight (Na na na na) Your eyes are burning so bright (Na na na na) Can't you feel the blood rush, baby Tied up too tight Tied up too tight Tied up too tight Tied up too tight Tied up too tight © BMG MUSIC PUBLISHING LTD; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com