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Jamie T – Marilyn Monroe lyrics
[Verse 1]
It’s all in a heartbeat, it’s all in a whole slow
It’s just like the fever, pay for nothing at all
Well, it’s just like the movies, go straight to America
Stocking up on ephra, know nothing at all
Well, I’ve been in a heartache, I go where I’m rolling
I feel like nothing, no, nothing at all
[Chorus]
Well, I know nothing, no see, no nothing at all
When the beat of the drum gets you down, kicks you back up
Well, I know nothing, no see, no nothing at all
When the beat of the drum gets you down, kicks you back up
[Verse 2]
Well, it’s just like the movies, sitting in a whole slow
It’s just like the fever, hit out on the cold
Well, I’m just like a grown up, I’m just like a hollow
I feel like the fever that hit Marilyn Monroe
[Chorus]
Well, I know nothing, no see, no nothing at all
When the beat of the drum gets you down, kicks you back up
Well, I know nothing, no see, no nothing at all
When the beat of the drum gets you down, kicks you back up
[Post-Chorus]
Well, it’s just like the movies
[Verse 3]
Well, birds are dinosaurs, Julius Caesar
I’mma paint my face red, a stab in the back
I’m the god of Mars and then here comes Peter
All they got to say is you ain’t coming back
Well, birds are dinosaurs, Julius Caesar
I’mma paint my face red, a stab in the back
I’m the god of Mars and then here comes Peter
All they got to say is you ain’t coming back
Birds are dinosaurs, Julius Caesar
I’mma paint my face red, a stab in the back
I’m the god of Mars and then here comes Peter
All they got to say is you ain’t coming back
Well, birds are dinosaurs, Julius Caesar
I’mma paint my face red, a stab in the back
I’m the god of Mars, there's a brand new creature
Hiding on the floor all under your cat-flap
Well, birds are dinosaurs, Julius Caesar
I’mma paint my face red, a stab in the back
I’m the god of Mars, there's a brand new creature
Hiding on the floor all under your cat-flap
It’s all in a heartbeat, it’s all in a whole slow
It’s just like the fever, pay for nothing at all
Well, it’s just like the movies, go straight to America
Stocking up on ephra, know nothing at all
Well, I’ve been in a heartache, I go where I’m rolling
I feel like nothing, no, nothing at all
[Chorus]
Well, I know nothing, no see, no nothing at all
When the beat of the drum gets you down, kicks you back up
Well, I know nothing, no see, no nothing at all
When the beat of the drum gets you down, kicks you back up
[Verse 2]
Well, it’s just like the movies, sitting in a whole slow
It’s just like the fever, hit out on the cold
Well, I’m just like a grown up, I’m just like a hollow
I feel like the fever that hit Marilyn Monroe
[Chorus]
Well, I know nothing, no see, no nothing at all
When the beat of the drum gets you down, kicks you back up
Well, I know nothing, no see, no nothing at all
When the beat of the drum gets you down, kicks you back up
[Post-Chorus]
Well, it’s just like the movies
[Verse 3]
Well, birds are dinosaurs, Julius Caesar
I’mma paint my face red, a stab in the back
I’m the god of Mars and then here comes Peter
All they got to say is you ain’t coming back
Well, birds are dinosaurs, Julius Caesar
I’mma paint my face red, a stab in the back
I’m the god of Mars and then here comes Peter
All they got to say is you ain’t coming back
Birds are dinosaurs, Julius Caesar
I’mma paint my face red, a stab in the back
I’m the god of Mars and then here comes Peter
All they got to say is you ain’t coming back
Well, birds are dinosaurs, Julius Caesar
I’mma paint my face red, a stab in the back
I’m the god of Mars, there's a brand new creature
Hiding on the floor all under your cat-flap
Well, birds are dinosaurs, Julius Caesar
I’mma paint my face red, a stab in the back
I’m the god of Mars, there's a brand new creature
Hiding on the floor all under your cat-flap
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