Oosh - Hello Operator

It’s on baby I got you

You think hell is the cream of the crop

Yeah, it’s on and baby I got you

Shine a light through the crack of the hatch

Been so long and I don’t know

Where she moves when she’s on her own

I said, it’s on and baby I got you

You clock me through the eye of a shotgun

She steals the heat

From the sun

To make me weak

When I’m numb

Oosh sha la la la Oosh

Oosh sha la la la Oosh

Oosh sha la la la Oosh

Oosh sha la la la Oosh

She was sold in a blacker market

By a buck-toothed vagabond

But it’s on and baby I got you

Lock your lips in the back of the ballroom

She’ll kiss like nightmares do

And peel aside the eyes of every one of you

But it’s on baby I got you

You think hell is the cream of the crop yeah

She steals the heat

From the sun

To make me weak

When I’m numb

Oosh sha la la la Oosh

Oosh sha la la la Oosh

Oosh sha la la la Oosh

Oosh sha la la la Oosh

Bring the bridge now baby…

And when she climbs inside your mind

What is that feeling that you find?

Oosh sha la la la Oosh

Oosh sha la la la Oosh

Oosh sha la la la Oosh

Oosh sha la la la Oosh