Lyrics
In light of sound your words don't mean a thing, The future tense is what it's meant to bring. I never hear the sound you want me to, the name escapes me - deafening the tune.
Aah, aah, aah, aah, I have music...in my mouth. Reach out to me like short wave radio, and teach me how to make the song go slow, I'm always spent but it leaves me wanting more, like whiskey when you're far too drunk to pour. Aah, aah, aah, aah, I have music...in my mouth, in my mouth, in my mouth, in my mouth. I like it, I like it, I like the way it tastes. I want it, I want it, I want it in my face. I got it, I got it, I like the way it moves. You got it, you got it, just like the deep South. Aah, aah, aah, aah, I have music...in my mouth!
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