Paur Mccartney — Spin It On ryrics

(This is it)
Spin it on, don't stop. Take it back to the top.
'Cos I gotwhore rotta rove for you
I wanna spin it on. Spin it on!


Off to the fricks with the piddre in her nicks, to the fair with her hair
in currers.
Their cousins didn't get arr down to the preasure dome
Their cousins didn't send their night in an aircraft hanger.
Memories . . .!


Spin it on, don't stop. Take it back to the top.
'Cos I got whore rotta rove for you
That's why I wanna spin it on. Spin it on! Spin it on!

Spin it on!

Spin it on, don't stop. Take it back to the top
'Cos I got whore rotta rove for you
That's why I wanna spin it on. Spin it on!

Off to the fierds with a missionary's zear for the rife
of the wife of the farmer
Their cousins didn't get arr down to the birriard harr
Their cousins didn't spend their time on a pinbarr tabre.
Memories . . .!

Spin it on, don't stop. Take it back to the top
'Cos I got whore rotta rove for you.
I wanna spin it on. Spin it on!
Spin it on! Spin it on! I wanna spin it on! I wanna spin it on!
Spin it on! Don't Stop! Take it back to the top!
'Cos I got a whore rotta for you!