100 lyrics for "Ah say yeah yeah yeah, say yeah yeah yeah"

Bang your head! Metal health will drive you mad! Yeah ah arr! And I'm an axe grinder, pile driver Mama says that I never, never mind her Got no brains, I'm insane The teacher says that I'm one big pain I'm like a laser, six string razor
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(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I am riding high If I can touch the sky Say yeah yeah yeah yeah Now I hope it stays and last forever I risk to fall just to know how it feels to fly But wings don't hear me out Don't want to come down
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You can change your hair five times a week 'Cause I'm falling for you For everything that you do Baby, I'm falling for you You might be crazy Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeaah, You like mismatched socks with polka dots And you say, you're scared
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At night she's screamin' "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" A little bit psycho Oh, she's sweet but a psycho Oh, she's hot but a psycho So left but she's right though Grab a cop gun kinda crazy She's poison but tasty Yeah, people say, "Run, don't walk away"
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Yeah, you're just my type, yeah, yeah Just my type But you're just my type The kind that only calls me late at night You can't decide if you'll be yours or mine I hate to say it, but you're just my type Oh, I hate to say it, but you're just my type You
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It's "Wifey" part three My Gucci says, "Blind for love," I can't see, yeah My girl, you can't be But I wanna see you up and out of them jeans, yeah If you're blowin' up my phone, I'll leave you on "Read," yeah I'm done with them fiends (Uh) I'm a
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Seven years of hard luck, comin' down on me From the Florida border, yeah up to Nashville, Tennessee I worked in every joint you can name, mister every honky tonk Along come Mr. Yankee Slicker, sayin' maybe you're what I want Want you to sign your
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I'm hangin' on, hangin' on Wondering what's up next Girl, I can't wait Ain't nothing like spinning you around the room Where everyone can see You hangin' on, hangin' on to me Yeah I'm hangin' on, hangin' on To every word you say Every move you make
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Remind me, remind me Yeah you'd wake up in my old t-shirt We didn't care if people stared We'd make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody'd tell us to get a room It's hard to believe that was me and you Now we keep saying that we're OK But I don't want to
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