Stickin' To The Floor

Won't somebody let me out!

Don't wanna stick around no more

I said they're looking at yer strange

I said yer stickin' to the floorNot one of you's got an ounce of style in yer

So now one of you's gonna have to stop!Fucking hell I'll break your nose

If they keep on pushing you around

Keep on stepping on your toes

I'll pick you up when you fall downNot one of you's got an ounce of style in yer

Said not one of you, noNot one of you's got an ounce of style in yer

So now one of you's gonna have to stop!Ah ah, ah ah, oh!

Ah ah, ah ah, oh

Yea, yea, yea!Not one of you's got an ounce of style in yer

Songwriters

TURNER, ALEXPublished by

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