Lyrics
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Intro: Scott Anderson
Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you
I wanna make you move because you're standing still
Verse 1: Scott Anderson, Jack Black, Holland Boys
I hold on so nervously to me and my drink
I wish it was cooling me
But so far has not been good, it's been FUCKING gay
And I feel awkward as I should
Pre-Chorus: Scott Anderson
Well, I am imagining a dark lit place
Or your place or my place
Chorus: Scott Anderson
Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you
I wanna make you move because you're standing still
If your body matches what your eyes can do
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you
Verse 2: Scott Anderson
I hold out for one more drink, before I think
I'm looking too desperately
But so far has not been fun, I should just stay home
If one thing really means one
Breakdown: Scott Anderson
Paralyze, paralyze, paralyzе, paralyze
Paralyze, paralyze, paralyzе, paralyze
Paralyze, paralyze, paralyze, paralyze
Paralyze, paralyze, paralyze, paralyze
Par- par- par- par- paralyze
Par- par- par- par- paralyze
Par- par- par- par- paralyze
Par- par- par- par- paralyze
Par- par- par- par- paralyze
Par- par- par- par- paralyze
Par- par- par- par- paralyze
Par- par- par- par- paralyze
Outro: Scott Anderson
Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you
I wanna make you move because you're standing still (Par-)
Paralyze, pa- par- paralyze
Pa- par- paralyze, pa- par- paralyze
Ye- ye- ye- ye-
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you
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