Art Brut - Pump Up the Volume Lyrics
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Pump Up the Volume
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What Are The Lyrics For Pump Up the Volume By Art Brut?
We'd taken our clothes off, in the rewarder
And you're leavin' your shoes to make you look taller And I can't say I'm not enjoying the kissing But I've a sneaking suspicion that you're not really listening I know I shouldn't Is it so wrong To break from your kiss To turn up a pop song I know I shouldn't And it's possibly wrong To break from your kiss To turn up a pop song I'm taking it slowly I've been reading the signs I found my hand in a place Where I can't tell if she minds Rolling around amongst our clothes on the floor I can't help it: "Have you heard this song before?" I know I shouldn't Is it so wrong To break from your kiss To turn up a pop song I know I shouldn't And it's possibly wrong To break from your kiss To turn up a pop song Then something angry muttered, Between two people, red and flustered We'd just kissed and that's about it It may as well have been radio static I know I shouldn't Is it so wrong To break from your kiss To turn up a pop song I know I shouldn't And it's possibly wrong To break from your kiss To turn up a pop song |
Who Wrote Pump Up the Volume By Art Brut?
Eddie Argos, Michael Breyer, Jasper Fulcher, Friederike Siepe, Ian Stuart Wilson
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What's The Duration Of The Pump Up the Volume By Art Brut?The duration of Pump Up the Volume is 2:54 minutes and seconds. |
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