Lyrics: Pete & The Pirates. Little Death. Come On Feet.

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Come on feet,
1...2...3

Basically lady, when you called me today I thought Oh, no,
I swear on the (stare?) I just felt so unprepared to say Oh okay

You don't touch the phone,
You stay at home,
Your smile is fake,
And I like your face.

Come on feet,
Don't mess with me,
And can you see how your head swells when you talk up yourself?
I think Oh no,
I messed up your bed, I messed up your head,
I think Oh so what.

And don't fail me now,
Get off the ground,
It's not as far to go,
You can take me home.

Come on, come on,
It's not that hard to get it on,
Come on, come on,
It's not that hard to get it on

(Thanks to Sam for these lyrics)