We Want To

New Young Pony Club

Oh ee oh
Am I just about to lose my mind?
It was fun for five minutes
But I preferred it when I had less time
And Im sick of sensation
Its a stroke of luck you can plug me in
If I stink of frustration
Its the perfume of excess I think

Oh ee oh
It was purple but the seasons changed
Now the ?clob? is complacent
And the smiles have all been prearranged
Lets go out and get baconed
In the complex crush of the fake and floored
But we think that we hate it
We hate it more when we just stay bored

We want to
I dont want to do any of this
Without you
Ah-ah-uh-ah-hhh
We want to
I dont want to do any of this
Without you
Ah-ah-uh-ah-hhh

Oh ee oh
I invented life of open doors
And ?rejade? is gold plated
And the shamrock friends I cant afford
And Im sick of sensation
Its a stroke of luck you can plug me in
If I stink of frustration
Its the perfume of excess I think

We want to
I dont want to do any of this
Without you
Ah-ah-uh-ah-hhh
We want to
I dont want to do any of this
Without you
Ah-ah-uh-ah-hhh

We want to
I dont want to do any of this
Without you
Ahhhhhhhh
We want to
I dont want to do any of this
Without you
Ah-ah-uh-ah-hhh

We want to
I dont want to do any of this
Without you
Ah-ah-uh-ah-hhh
We want to

We want to
I dont want to do any of this
Without you
Ahhhhhhhh
We want to

Ahhhhhhhh