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The 1975 – Happiness Lyrics

The 1975 - Happiness Full Lyrics


The 1975 - Happiness Full Lyrics
The 1975 – Happiness Lyrics
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The 1975 – Happiness Lyrics below:

[Verse 1]
She showed me what love is
I’m actin’ like I know myself
Oh, in case you didn’t notice
Oh, oh, I would go blind just to see you
I’d go too far just to have you near
In my soul, I’ve got this feeling I
Didn’t know until I seen ya

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[Break]
My, my, my, oh, my, my, my
You mind my mind, you mind my mind
Oh, my, my, my, you mind my mind
Oh, my, my, my
She’s insatiable, is what she is

[Verse 2]
Her body’s like a modern art
Take it out in front of me
I’ve gotta stop messin’ it up because
I’m feelin’ like I’m messin’ it up
Because I’m callin’ out your name and God help me
‘Cause oh, I’m never gonna love again, hey
I’m never gonna love again, hey, oh

[Chorus]
Show me your love
Why don’t you grow up and see?
Show me your love
Why don’t you grow up and see?
Show me your love
Why don’t you grow up and see?
Show me your love
Why don’t you?

[Bridge]
You met me at the right time
Met me at the right time
Oh, show me your love, why don’t you?
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Refrain]
She showed me what love is (Showed me what love is)
I’m actin’ like I know myself (Actin’ like I know myself)
Oh, in case you didn’t notice (Ooh-ooh)
Oh, oh, oh, I’m never gonna love again, hey
I’m never gonna love again, hey, oh

[Chorus]
Show me your love
Why don’t you grow up and see?
Show me your love
Why don’t you grow up and see?
Show me your love
Why don’t you grow up and see?
Show me your love
Why don’t you?

LYRICS OF OLD SONG (PART OF THE BAND)

She was part of the Air Force
I was part of the band
I always used to bust into her hand
In my imagination
I was living my best life
Living with my parents
Way before the paying penance
And verbal propellants
And my cancellation

And I fell in love with a boy
It was kinda lame
I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine
In my imagination
So many cringes and heroin binges
I was coming off the hinges
Living on the fringes of my imagination

Enough about me now
“You gotta talk about the people, baby”

Now I’m at home, somewhere I don’t like
Eating stuff off of motorbikes
Coming to her lookalikes

I can’t get the language right
Just tell me what’s unladylike

I know some Vaccinista tote bag chic baristas
Sitting in east on their communista keisters
Writing about their ejaculations

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