Spunge - Freak Lyrics
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Freak
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What Are The Lyrics For Freak By Spunge?
I want to be a freak don't know why,
I want to sprout wings and try to fly, I want to drop (bombs) on passers-by, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh I want to be purple spotted pink, I want to have breath that you could drink, I want to make people stop and think, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh Na-na-nana, na-na-nana, na-na-nana Na-na-nana, na-na-nana, na-na-nana I'm a freak I'm a freak, I'm a freak, I'm a freak. I say na-na-na and you run away. I'm a freak, I'm a freak, I'm a freak, I'm a freak. I say na-na-na and you run away. I want to have three legs colored blue, I want to be made of sick and goo, I don't want to have one head, I want to, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh Na-na-nana, na-na-nana, na-na-nana Na-na-nana, na-na-nana, na-na-nana I'm a freak I'm a freak, I'm a freak, I'm a freak. I say na-na-na and you run away. I'm a freak I'm a freak, I'm a freak, I'm a freak. I say na-na-na and you run away. I want to be ugly as sin, I want to leave trails wherever I've bin, I want to resemble something you stepped in, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh Na-na-nana, na-na-nana, na-na-nana Na-na-nana, na-na-nana, na-na-nana I'm a freak I'm a freak, I'm a freak, I'm a freak. I say na-na-na and you run away. I'm a freak I'm a freak, I'm a freak, I'm a freak. I say na-na-na and you run away. Na-na-nana, na-na-nana, na-na-nana Na-na-nana, na-na-nana, na-na-nana I'm a freak I'm a freak, I'm a freak, I'm a freak. I say na-na-na and you run away. I'm a freak I'm a freak, I'm a freak, I'm a freak. I say na-na-na and you run away. |
Who Wrote Freak By Spunge?
Alex Copeland, Paul Gurney, Martin Holt, Jeremy King, Damon Robins
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What's The Duration Of The Freak By Spunge?The duration of Freak is 3:17 minutes and seconds. |
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