Translation: Undertones, the. Hypnotised.
Hey - hey - hey You come up to me Saying that you can see Whilst your in a hole Your useless Say you're not a friend Drives you round the bend Everything
Caroline's dancing Catina's at home You get up every morning Taking lessons on the phone Girls that don't talk Sandra's at school Its another late night
Hey - hey - hey Hard luck - Hard luck - Hard luck - Hard luck
stare I fell into a trance Just watching you dance My world just stopped when I saw your eyes on me H-Y-P I'm hypnotised H-Y-P I'm hypnotised H-Y-P
I don't wanna see you again I don't wanna see you again You said you don't know how Its too late now I don't wanna see ... You said ... I don't wanna
I wake up in the morning I've been looking for a bed Somebody told me You've been sleeping in too late I told you so - I told you so - I told you so
[Originally by The Chocolate Watchband] You want to know why I lost you You want to know what's wrong with you But nothing's wrong girl you'll feel
One day in the week's enough Nine times out of ten What can you do when your stuck in love ? Nine times out of ten Nine times out of ten Nine times
Now I've got a cousin called Kevin He's sure to go to heaven Always spotless clean and neat The smoothest you can get them He's got a fur lined sheepskin
I wake up screaming in the middle of something wrong I'm always waiting for a taxi just to take me back home It really doesn't make much difference
Its not that urgent wanting some attention Our teenage dreams are surely worth a mention Cos here's more songs about chocolate and girls Its not so
I've never kissed a girl before Too shy to go outside the door Ah who cares what right I want to know what they're doing to night Can't - listen to
Oh watch a man - there goes Norman He'll get you if he can - there goes Norman He's always hiding in the dark Be sure to wander past the park at night
When the suns comes up And melts the tar up on the roofs And your shoes get so hot You wish your tired feet were fireproof Under the boardwalk Down
We begin the sad tale when Terry was young When Enid Blyton proved lots of fun But his vision didn't dim his adventurous nights He read the Secret Seven
Here she comes to say good night I'll get no sleep tonight With a constant vision she still can see She was the girl for me Wednesday week - she loved
You've got my number Why don't you use it You know my name You won't abuse it If you wanna wanna wanna wanna Wanna have someone to talk to I'll pick
