Russel Hobbs Presents a Flamin' Hot Song Machine Mix

Spinin' around the world at night

Spin around in black and white

Strange times to see the light

In the valley where you wake up every beautiful day

In the world you created where your image is golden

In the valley made of mirrors, oh the light is so bright

You can feel like a pagan

You can feel like a pagan

In the valley (Feel like a pagan)

In the valley (Feel like a pagan)

The lost chord

The lost chord

The lost chord

I go harder, harder (Take me into the garden)

The lost chord (The lost chord)

The lost chord

The lost chord (I go harder, harder)

You can freak me out, you can throw me in the lion pit

You can borrow my hands and tell me I'm not here

I'm a mad Pac-Man living in a leveled

World everywhere I go I don't know where I am

I called my dealer, I said "Share the white with all of us"

I told him we've been so nice don't turn on us (don't turn on us)

He said funny how the time flies by (flies by) so fast

If we do all of these line (these lines) we'll go up

The phantom is coming

You forgot, and that makes me feel like no love

She's crossing over the line

Wait, I've got so many examples of all of the good times we had

Seems to me I'm in a dream (long summer nights)

(Put your name in my rhyme, refresh your memory)

These summer lights (Of where you wanna be the

Phantoms on the way) She's coming down the street

High tide, high tide, high tide, high tide

High tide, hight tide, high tide, high tide, high tide

And it feels like I'm falling in, again

It's so frank

Here comes your beautiful day

Super gorilla

Super gorilla

Hope the radiant light is shining on you

Grindin', lovin', singin', huggin', livin', get it, stack it

Run it, dancin', flyin', people, wake up, come on, keep on dreamin'

Don't stop lovin', tryin', growin'

Don't stop

They gon' try to slow you

Don't stop

Never, ever, blow out, don't stop London, Paris, LA

We're dead butterflies (butterflies butterflies)

Laid out on a sprung floor (floor floor)

Waited for a long time

To pick us up and fly (fly fly fly)

You could do so much better than this

Mausoleum faces, and momentary bliss

We could do so much better than this

Oh, Rita

Oh, Rita