The Hidden Cameras - Awoo

From the moment I was taught to resist the education, ah-woo
To hold it hostage until I know he loves me, ah-woo
With a shrug and an ugh, I unleash my holy power, ah-woo
The feeling of the end of my last examination, ah-woo

Ah-woo
Ah-woo, ah-ye, ah-ya
Ah-woo
Ah-woo, ah-ye, ah-ya

How sweet is the curd of my own written qualities, ah-woo
I'd rather wallow win the mud of my own imagination, ah-woo
If I am naked on the throne, I'll be working in bone yard, ah-woo
Haunts the blood like a bad reputation, ah-woo

Ah-woo
Ah-woo, ah-ye, ah-ya
Ah-woo
Ah-woo, ah-ye, ah-ya

I've got twenty-five bucks can you save my reputation? Ah-woo
Acting like nothing ever happened to me ever, ah-woo
But if I covet and conform to my own rich qualities, ah-woo
I'll be working for my own, now at least I'll know he loves me not, ah-woo

Ah-woo
Ah-woo, ah-ye, ah-ya
Ah-woo
Ah-woo, ah-ye, ah-ya

Written by:
Joel Gibb

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