*I got two pale hands
Up against the window pane
I shaking at my knees, at my knees again
It starts at my feet
Reverbs up to my brain
There’s nothing I can do to revert the gain
**I’m looking down at the streets below
There’s nothing I can do to reverse the blow
And they two, know what I know
But they too hunger for the beast below
I’m totally addicted to bass
Wa-a-wa-ow!!!
Wa-a-wa-ow!!!
The base lines have got me feeling fine
Wa-a-wa-ow!!!
The base lines are filling up my mind
Are shooting up my spine, wa-a-wa-ow, ow!!!
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(* repeat)
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