Fuck Your Way to the Top

Hey you, how'd you get to the top?
Hey you, the word says you fucked your way up

The mouth runs (the mouth runs)
With envy flavoured facts
When chicks hunt (when chicks hunt)
The roosters crow their dread

Hey you, what did you do to smash the glass?
Hey you, were you on your knees or on your back?

The mouth runs (the mouth runs)
With envy flavoured facts
When chicks hunt (when chicks hunt)
The roosters crow their dread

Hey you, don't you know it's a matter of affection
Or you loose
The way up is not paved being prude!

The mouth runs (the mouth runs)
With envy flavoured facts
When chicks hunt (when chicks hunt)
The roosters crow their dread

Hey you, how'd you get to the top?
Hey you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you
The word says you fucked your way to the top

The mouth runs (the mouth runs)
With envy flavoured facts
When chicks hunt (when chicks hunt)
The roosters crow their dread
When chicks hunt, then chicks hunt
When chicks hunt, then chicks hunt
When chicks hunt, then chicks hunt
The roosters crow their dread



Credits
Writer(s): Niels Thorhauge, Dorte Hartmann Larsen, Silas Lind
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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