作词 : Andy Spence/Tahita Bulmer 作曲 : Andy Spence/Tahita Bulmer Oh ee oh Am I just about to lose my mind? It was fun for five minutes But I preferred it when I had less time And I'm sick of sensation It's a stroke of luck you can plug me in If I stink of frustration It's the perfume of excess I think Oh ee oh It was purple but the season's changed Now the club is complacent And the smiles have all been prearranged Let's go out and get vacant! In the complex crush of the fake and floored But we think that we hate it We hate it more when we just stay bored We want to I don't want to do any of this Without you Ah-ah-uh-ah-hhh We want to I don't want to do any of this Without you Ah-ah-uh-ah-hhh Oh ee oh My invented life of open doors Every chain is gold plated And the shamrock friends I can't afford And I'm sick of sensation It's a stroke of luck you can plug me in If I stink of frustration It's the perfume of excess I think We want to I don't want to do any of this Without you Ah-ah-uh-ah-hhh We want to I don't want to do any of this Without you Ah-ah-uh-ah-hhh We want to I don't want to do any of this Without you Ahhhhhhhh We want to I don't want to do any of this Without you Ah-ah-uh-ah-hhh We want to I don't want to do any of this Without you Ah-ah-uh-ah-hhh We want to We want to I don't want to do any of this Without you Ahhhhhhhh We want to Ahhhhhhhh
作词 : Andy Spence/Tahita Bulmer 作曲 : Andy Spence/Tahita Bulmer Oh ee oh Am I just about to lose my mind? It was fun for five minutes But I preferred it when I had less time And I'm sick of sensation It's a stroke of luck you can plug me in If I stink of frustration It's the perfume of excess I think Oh ee oh It was purple but the season's changed Now the club is complacent And the smiles have all been prearranged Let's go out and get vacant! In the complex crush of the fake and floored But we think that we hate it We hate it more when we just stay bored We want to I don't want to do any of this Without you Ah-ah-uh-ah-hhh We want to I don't want to do any of this Without you Ah-ah-uh-ah-hhh Oh ee oh My invented life of open doors Every chain is gold plated And the shamrock friends I can't afford And I'm sick of sensation It's a stroke of luck you can plug me in If I stink of frustration It's the perfume of excess I think We want to I don't want to do any of this Without you Ah-ah-uh-ah-hhh We want to I don't want to do any of this Without you Ah-ah-uh-ah-hhh We want to I don't want to do any of this Without you Ahhhhhhhh We want to I don't want to do any of this Without you Ah-ah-uh-ah-hhh We want to I don't want to do any of this Without you Ah-ah-uh-ah-hhh We want to We want to I don't want to do any of this Without you Ahhhhhhhh We want to Ahhhhhhhh
