Arctic Monkeys Stickin' to the Floor
Won't somebody let me out
Don't wanna stick around no more
I'm sick of looking at you strange
I'm sick of sticking to the floor
Not one of you has got an ounce of style in you
I said not one of you, no!
Fuck it all and break your nose
I keep on pushing you around
I keep on stepping on your toes
I pick you up when you fall down
Not one of you has got an ounce of style in you
I said not one of you, no!
Not one of you has got an ounce of style in you, no
I said not one of you, no
