That Handsome Devil Lyrics
"Throwing Up"
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Mother was a brunette, ask Hugh Hef
It's been going on since your grandmama did the two step
I see your style, well it's all grown up
Outside the bar, throwin' up
We can watch the fist fight
(Stay at home, get high)
Sitting on the couch and on occasion switch sides
I see your style, well it's all grown up
Outside the club, throwin' up
Raised by the rocks stars
(Raised by the rocks stars)
At the top of the pedophile pop charts
If you look at it from far enough, you can see the start of stuff
Groovin' to songs about guns and 'hos, the sickness went undiagnosed
It's tough to say if you're far enough away
But it just might be your lucky day
Never look up to
(Never look up to)
The hands that wanna touch you
(The hands that wanna touch you)
Don't give it up to
(Don't give it up to)
The hands that wanna touch you
(The hands that wanna touch you)
They don't really love you
(They don't really love you)
They just wanna fuck you
Mother was a brunette, ask Hugh Hef
It's been going on since your grandmama did the two step
I see your style, well it's all grown up
Outside the bar, throwin' up
We can watch the fist fight
Stay at home, get high
Watch the same movie for the 86th time
I see your style, well it's all grown up
Outside the club, throwin' up
Pots callin' kettles wrong
(Pots callin' kettles wrong)
We coulda said it when we're dead and gone
(Said it when we're dead and gone)
See-through high heels, and the '80s heavy metal song
We're all the repercussions of the world that we grow up in
It's tough to say if you're far enough away
But it just might be your lucky day
Never look up to
(Never look up to)
The hands that wanna touch you
(The hands that wanna touch you)
Don't give it up to
(Don't give it up to)
The hands that wanna touch you
(The hands that wanna touch you)
They don't really love you
(They don't really love you)
They just wanna fuck you
We could change your identity
Change our names
To the people we pretend to be
We could change
We could change your identity
Change our names
To the people we pretend to be
We could change
Ma-ma-marriage is for bru-bru-ne-nettes, ask Hugh Hef
It's been going on-uh since your grandma-mama did the two-two step-tap
I see your style, well it's all grow-grown up-up
Outside the bar-bar bar-bar, throwin' up-up
We can watch the fist-uh fight
Stay at home, get-uh high
Watch the same-a movie for the 86th ti-ti-ti-ti-ti
I see your style, well it's all grow-grown up-up
Outside the club, a-throwin' up
It's been going on since your grandmama did the two step
I see your style, well it's all grown up
Outside the bar, throwin' up
We can watch the fist fight
(Stay at home, get high)
Sitting on the couch and on occasion switch sides
I see your style, well it's all grown up
Outside the club, throwin' up
Raised by the rocks stars
(Raised by the rocks stars)
At the top of the pedophile pop charts
If you look at it from far enough, you can see the start of stuff
Groovin' to songs about guns and 'hos, the sickness went undiagnosed
It's tough to say if you're far enough away
But it just might be your lucky day
Never look up to
(Never look up to)
The hands that wanna touch you
(The hands that wanna touch you)
Don't give it up to
(Don't give it up to)
The hands that wanna touch you
(The hands that wanna touch you)
They don't really love you
(They don't really love you)
They just wanna fuck you
Mother was a brunette, ask Hugh Hef
It's been going on since your grandmama did the two step
I see your style, well it's all grown up
Outside the bar, throwin' up
We can watch the fist fight
Stay at home, get high
Watch the same movie for the 86th time
I see your style, well it's all grown up
Outside the club, throwin' up
Pots callin' kettles wrong
(Pots callin' kettles wrong)
We coulda said it when we're dead and gone
(Said it when we're dead and gone)
See-through high heels, and the '80s heavy metal song
We're all the repercussions of the world that we grow up in
It's tough to say if you're far enough away
But it just might be your lucky day
Never look up to
(Never look up to)
The hands that wanna touch you
(The hands that wanna touch you)
Don't give it up to
(Don't give it up to)
The hands that wanna touch you
(The hands that wanna touch you)
They don't really love you
(They don't really love you)
They just wanna fuck you
We could change your identity
Change our names
To the people we pretend to be
We could change
We could change your identity
Change our names
To the people we pretend to be
We could change
Ma-ma-marriage is for bru-bru-ne-nettes, ask Hugh Hef
It's been going on-uh since your grandma-mama did the two-two step-tap
I see your style, well it's all grow-grown up-up
Outside the bar-bar bar-bar, throwin' up-up
We can watch the fist-uh fight
Stay at home, get-uh high
Watch the same-a movie for the 86th ti-ti-ti-ti-ti
I see your style, well it's all grow-grown up-up
Outside the club, a-throwin' up
This song is from the album "Drugs & Guns For Everyone".