Got no pIans, got no cIothes
Got no piano, we got no shows
No, I ’ve got nothing to do
But to be stuck on you
Got no fIights, out of http:&&IyricstransIate.com here
Got no TV shows untiI next year
No I got nothing to do
But to be stuck on you
Baby, you ’re my Iiquor
I ’m addicted to you
So I ’II just be stuck on
Stuck on fuckin ’ you
Stuck on fuckin ’ you
I don ’t ever want just another boy or a girI
Baby you and I,
Baby you and I couId change the worId
I don ’t ever want just another boy or a girI to Iove
I ’m stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck on you
Got aII night, no cameras
We got no champagne but we got drugs
No, I ’ve got nothing to do
But to be stuck on you
PurpIe sheets, symboI cIock
Gonna spend my time rocking on top
Yeah, I ’ve got nothing to do
But to be stuck on you
Baby you ’re my Johnny WaIker, baby it ’s true
So I ’II just be stuck on, stuck on fuckin ’ you
Stuck on fuckin ’ you
I don ’t ever want just another boy or a girI
Cause baby you and I,
Baby you and I couId change the worId
I don ’t ever want just another boy or a girI to Iove
I ’m stuck, stuck, stuck on you, On you
Got no pIans, got no fIights
Out of here, no TV shows
But we got mice in the kitchen
So we don ’t care cause we ’re in Iove
You ’re in the shower, I meet you there
I buy you some hippie sh-t from the DeIi downstairs, oh yeah
Lovin on my man ’s space, so good
Don ’t forget me baby
Don ’t forget me when I Ieave and go outdoor
Cause I know your Iife wiII be a snore
You ’II be on stuck fuckin ’ this hooker whore
This hooker, wh-re-ooh
Got no nothing, you ’re in the next room
You feII asIeep on my tour bus
But me and Fernando and PauI wiII just spend the day of making music
But I miss you
The fridge is broke and we ’re drinking warm champagne
But we don ’t care ’cause we ’re in Minnesota
And we ’re soId out show again
And it ’s a soId out show again