Stickin' n Movin'

Play with the feeling, fondle the flame, running from precedented love who doesn't feel the same. Sticking and moving, out on the run, chasing down the paper clouds upon a setting sun. And it feels so right, don't get me wrong. She's memorized every lie that's came her way. She'll clean you up with all them filthy things she'll say. So be at the ready, sound the horn, she'll leave ya broke down busted and torn. It feels so right, don't get me wrong It feels so right, don't get me wrong A taste for trouble, no normal nights. An overdriven medicated way of life. Might smoke and choke, may drink and drown. We live it up to tear it down. We live it up, to tear it down It feels so right don't get me wrong It feels so right don't ya get me wrong --- Stickin' n Movin' - Read Southall Band