Dressed To Kill Lyrics – The Wombats
I’ve got to get you out of my mind
And back into my arms
Closer than a close shave
I want to be shaking in the shockwave
It’s on tonight and I’ve only got one clear shot
A little courage for the road please
Throw my troubles in a deep freeze
I’m dressed to kill and if I don’t somebody else will
Like the glass that’s glued to your hand
Baby I’m going to be your man
I’m dressed to kill
I must me taking all the right pills
You know I’m your number one fan
Baby I’m going to be your man
Yeah I’m going to be your man
Let’s have the best worst night
We’ve ever had in our lives
You, me and Molly in the bathroom
Making nunchucks out of bamboo
And I don’t need philosophy this time
They’re all just words that bounce around
Until our bodies meet the ground
I’m dressed to kill and if I don’t somebody else will
Like the glass that’s glued to your hand
Baby I’m going to be your man
I’m dressed to kill
I must me taking all the right pills
You know I’m your number one fan
Baby I’m going to be your man
Yeah I’m going to be your man
