When the sun goes to bed. That's the time you raise your head,. That's your lot in life, Lalena. Can't blame ya, Lalena. . Arty tart, la de da. Can your part get much sadder. That's your lot
get free free free free free free free. Get free. Baby, we are chancers on the scene. Glamour in the gutters, only so arty. Sick graffiti artists and tabloid queen. Mix it up, mix it up. Every 'do
my suedes on. I'm gettin' my kicks. Watchin' Arty French flicks with my shades on. . I'm too much I'm a gas. I am anything but middle class. When I hang around the band. Poppin' my thumbs
my suedes on. I'm gettin' my kicks. Watchin' Arty French flicks with my shades on. . I'm too much I'm a gas. I am anything but middle class. When I hang around the band. Poppin' my thumbs
on. I wish I could tell you face to face. Instead of singing this stupid song. But yeah I just think that we might get on. . So I went to that party and everyone. They were kind of arty. And I
do ya, do ya, do ya wanna. Well do ya, do ya, do ya wanna. Wanna go where I never let you before. Here we are at the transmission party. I love your friends. They're all so arty. Oh yeah. When I woke
' to get a hottie. Cool T and Roddy, DMC and Scottie Big Kev and Marty, Hurricane and Arty. Phil, Doug, and Naughty damn, a big party. So I *** the mic, I like, recite, the hype. And type, and write
my suedes on. I'm gettin' my kicks. Watchin' Arty French flicks with my shades on. . I'm too much I'm a gas. I am anything but middle class. When I hang around the band. Poppin' my thumbs