Weezer - Buddy Holly Lyrics
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Buddy Holly
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What Are The Lyrics For Buddy Holly By Weezer?
What's with these homies dissin' my girl?
Why do they gotta front? What did we ever do to these guys That made them so violent? (Ooh ooh) But you know I'm yours (Ooh ooh) And I know you're mine (Ooh ooh) And that's for all of time Ooh-wee-ooh, I look just like Buddy Holly Oh oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore I don't care what they say about us anyway I don't care 'bout that Don't you ever fear, I'm always near I know that you need help Your tongue is twisted, your eyes are slit You need a guardian (Ooh ooh) And you know I'm yours (Ooh ooh) And I know you're mine (Ooh ooh) And that's for all of time Ooh-wee-ooh, I look just like Buddy Holly Oh oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore I don't care what they say about us anyway I don't care 'bout that I don't care 'bout that Bang bang knockin' on the door Another bang bang get down on the floor Oh no, what do we do? Don't look now but I lost my shoe I can't run and I can't kick Whatsa matter babe, are you feelin' sick? Whatsa matter, whatsa matter, whatsa matter you? Whatsa matter, babe, are you feelin' blue? Oh And that's for all of time And that's for all of time Ooh-wee-ooh, I look just like Buddy Holly Oh oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore I don't care what they say about us anyway I don't care 'bout that I don't care 'bout that I don't care 'bout that I don't care 'bout that |
Who Wrote Buddy Holly By Weezer?
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