Animal
Well, Eli giggled and then she wiggled
A lunatic lost his kicks
Running barefoot through the garden like a noctambulist
A dynamo lost control
Eyes closed, indisposed, he's so ready to go
He's got his sights on you
And you can feel it too
Count the hours 'til the morning
Better take all your pills
He doesn't need a light, he only wants to bite
And every second, it gets darker, and he's aching to fight
An animal doesn't know where to go
No self-control, he's putting on a show
The radio put out an APB
The vertigo just got me feeling sick
He's really quick, loves to lick
There's no money or glory, does it all for the thrill
Shoots to kill if you stand still
And before you even know it, all your blood will be spilled
He's got his sights on you and you can feel it too
He'll be clawing at your window trying to break through
My spine has got a chill, I swear this time I will
Lay under my covers being perfectly still
An animal doesn't know where to go
No self-control, he's putting on a show
The radio put out an APB
The vertigo just got me feeling sick
Without a real motif, without a hint of grief
He's just a little thief, I'm always ill at ease
An animal doesn't know where to go
No self-control, he's putting on a show
Yeah, yeah
I got my toys and my voice says I'm ready to chop
I got my claws on my paws, and I'm ready to cut
I got my toys and my voice says I'm ready to chop
I got my claws on my paws, and I'm ready to cut
I got my toys and my voice says I'm ready to chop
I got my claws on my paws, and I'm ready to cut
I got my toys and my voice says I'm ready to chop
I got my claws on my paws, and I'm ready to cut
I got my toys and my voice says I'm ready to chop
I got my claws on my paws, and I'm ready to cut
I got my toys and my voice says I'm ready to chop
I got my claws on my paws, and I'm ready to cut
An animal doesn't know where to go
No self-control, he's putting on a show
The radio put out an APB
The vertigo just got me feeling sick
Without a real motif, without a hint of grief
He's just a little thief, I'm always ill at ease
An animal doesn't know where to go
No self-control, he's putting on a show
Yeah, yeah, woo, woo
Yeah, yeah, woo
A lunatic lost his kicks
Running barefoot through the garden like a noctambulist
A dynamo lost control
Eyes closed, indisposed, he's so ready to go
He's got his sights on you
And you can feel it too
Count the hours 'til the morning
Better take all your pills
He doesn't need a light, he only wants to bite
And every second, it gets darker, and he's aching to fight
An animal doesn't know where to go
No self-control, he's putting on a show
The radio put out an APB
The vertigo just got me feeling sick
He's really quick, loves to lick
There's no money or glory, does it all for the thrill
Shoots to kill if you stand still
And before you even know it, all your blood will be spilled
He's got his sights on you and you can feel it too
He'll be clawing at your window trying to break through
My spine has got a chill, I swear this time I will
Lay under my covers being perfectly still
An animal doesn't know where to go
No self-control, he's putting on a show
The radio put out an APB
The vertigo just got me feeling sick
Without a real motif, without a hint of grief
He's just a little thief, I'm always ill at ease
An animal doesn't know where to go
No self-control, he's putting on a show
Yeah, yeah
I got my toys and my voice says I'm ready to chop
I got my claws on my paws, and I'm ready to cut
I got my toys and my voice says I'm ready to chop
I got my claws on my paws, and I'm ready to cut
I got my toys and my voice says I'm ready to chop
I got my claws on my paws, and I'm ready to cut
I got my toys and my voice says I'm ready to chop
I got my claws on my paws, and I'm ready to cut
I got my toys and my voice says I'm ready to chop
I got my claws on my paws, and I'm ready to cut
I got my toys and my voice says I'm ready to chop
I got my claws on my paws, and I'm ready to cut
An animal doesn't know where to go
No self-control, he's putting on a show
The radio put out an APB
The vertigo just got me feeling sick
Without a real motif, without a hint of grief
He's just a little thief, I'm always ill at ease
An animal doesn't know where to go
No self-control, he's putting on a show
Yeah, yeah, woo, woo
Yeah, yeah, woo
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Writer(s): Armando Martinez
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