Sonic Youth - Kool Thing Lyrics
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Kool Thing
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What Are The Lyrics For Kool Thing By Sonic Youth?
Kool Thing sittin' with a kitty
Now you know you're sure lookin' pretty Like a lover not a dancer Superboy take a chance here I don't want to, I don't think so I don't want to, I don't think so Kool Thing let me play it with your radio Move me, turn me on, baby-o I'll be your slave Give you a shave I don't want to, I don't think so I don't want to, I don't think so Yeah, tell'em about it, Hit'em where it hurts Hey, Kool Thing, come here, sit down There's something I go to ask you. I just want to know, what are you gonna do for me? I mean, are you gonna liberate us girls From male white corporate oppression? Tell it like it is! Huh? Yeah! Don't be shy Word up! Fear of a female planet? Fear of a female planet? Fear, baby! I just want to know that we can still be friends Come on, come on, come on, come on let everybody know Kool thing, Kool thing When you're a star, I know you'll fix everything Now you know you're sure lookin' pretty Rock the beat just a little faster Now I know you are the master I don't want to, I don't think so I don't want to, I don't think so Kool thing walkin' like a panther Come on and give me an answer Kool thing walkin' like a panther What'd he say? I don't want to, I don't think so I don't want to, I don't think so |
Who Wrote Kool Thing By Sonic Youth?
Kim Gordon, Lee M. Ranaldo, Steven Jay Shelley, Thurston Joseph Moore
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