Smooth (No Bits)
Smooth sailing, low riding
Can't decide if you're law breaking or abiding
You feel rough, but good enough
Now you're tucked up in bed with a self help book
Good god
It's gonna get you
Good god
Are you smooth?
(Smooth)
Well you're dying in the week but you're living for the weekend
(Smooth)
And every drop of alcohol feels like a god send
(Smooth)
Oh no no no no no, the places that you won't go
(Smooth)
You're just twisting and turning for the people that you don't know
Well you're munching on a salad cos the bloke on telly told you to
You're sleeping all alone on a mattress that was made for two
You know you better run because the privileged are after you
You can get the nasty bastards stomp 'em out with dirty boots
Good god
It's gonna get you
Good god
Are you...
(Smooth)
Well you're dying in the week but you're living for the weekend
(Smooth)
And every drop of alcohol feels like a god send
(Smooth)
Oh no no no no no, the places that you won't go
(Smooth)
You're just twisting and turning for the people that you don't know
Sing it from the rooftops
Sing it till you're smooth
(Smooth)
Well you're dying in the week but you're living for the weekend
(Smooth)
And every drop of alcohol feels like a god send
(Smooth)
Oh no no no no no, the places that you won't go
(Smooth)
You're just twisting and turning for the people that you don't
For the people you don't know
Can't decide if you're law breaking or abiding
You feel rough, but good enough
Now you're tucked up in bed with a self help book
Good god
It's gonna get you
Good god
Are you smooth?
(Smooth)
Well you're dying in the week but you're living for the weekend
(Smooth)
And every drop of alcohol feels like a god send
(Smooth)
Oh no no no no no, the places that you won't go
(Smooth)
You're just twisting and turning for the people that you don't know
Well you're munching on a salad cos the bloke on telly told you to
You're sleeping all alone on a mattress that was made for two
You know you better run because the privileged are after you
You can get the nasty bastards stomp 'em out with dirty boots
Good god
It's gonna get you
Good god
Are you...
(Smooth)
Well you're dying in the week but you're living for the weekend
(Smooth)
And every drop of alcohol feels like a god send
(Smooth)
Oh no no no no no, the places that you won't go
(Smooth)
You're just twisting and turning for the people that you don't know
Sing it from the rooftops
Sing it till you're smooth
(Smooth)
Well you're dying in the week but you're living for the weekend
(Smooth)
And every drop of alcohol feels like a god send
(Smooth)
Oh no no no no no, the places that you won't go
(Smooth)
You're just twisting and turning for the people that you don't
For the people you don't know
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Bard, Tomas Costanza, Fransisca Hall
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