Of Montreal - Steppin' Out Lyrics

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Steppin' Out

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What Are The Lyrics For Steppin' Out By Of Montreal?
I'm the wrong colour but I'm on the one
Wish I wasn't human, wish I was a pop gun Get off me babe, I'm not your ride Besides, I'm out of tickets and I mean, where's your pride? It's not so terrible being alone There's nothing to hurt you, except your own Somebody just date raped me to get to me know me Speech impediment like let's make macaroni art Heart in a furnace, got your learner's permit Now you're preggo wondering if you should full term it Should you get extensions or maybe just perm it Treats you like a pervy switch, he likes to catch, can't really pitch He's such a bitch about humidity because now his weave is all fucked up Tucked you in with a bedtime story, act all whorey, sports fantasy about Robert Horry Three feet big mouth on your teet like a little tyke I always show respect to the sluts and the dykes And the freon boys and a banned agenda motherfuck D.O.M.A. baby never surrender You've been a fag hag for too long Time for stepping out in your front thong (step out) Get off me babe, I'm not your ride Besides, I'm out of tickets and I mean, where's your pride? It's not so terrible to be alone There's nothing to hurt you, except your own I'm the wrong color but I'm on the one Wish I was a chameleon, wish I was a pop gun |
Who Wrote Steppin' Out By Of Montreal?
Kevin Barnes
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What's The Duration Of The Steppin' Out By Of Montreal?The duration of Steppin' Out is 2:35 minutes and seconds. |
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