Magazine - Sløtface

Who-Ho-Ooh!

Who-Ho-Ooh!

Picking you up just to put you down again

What the hell is an «it-girl» anyway?

How do I get it, lose it, have it, want it?

I think I’m done with this part

I quit, I quit

Patti Smith would never put up this shit

Patti Smith would never put up with this shit

Patti Smith would never put up with this shit

Now I got you

Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine

And I’m not getting roped in

Thoughts that aren’t mine keep running through

My head, my head, my head

Thunder thighs keep reaching for the measuring tape

I should be dropping you like you’re hot

But you’re the habit I can’t shake

Patti Smith would never put up with this shit

Patti Smith would never put up with this shit

Patti Smith would never put up with this shit

Now I got you

Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine

And I’m not getting roped in

Now I got you

Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine

And I’m not getting roped in

Woo hoo ooh, woo hoo ooh

Now I got you

Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine

Now I got you

Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine

Now I got you

Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine

And I’m not getting roped in

Woo hoo ooh, woo hoo ooh, woo hoo ooh

Now I got you (Woo hoo ooh)

Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine

And I’m not getting roped in!