Stickin' To The Floor Lyrics

Won't somebody let me out, don't wanna stick around no more I'm sick of looking at yer strange, I'm sick of stickin' to the floor Not one of you's got an ounce of style in yer So now one of you, no
Fucking hell, I'll break your nose if they keep on pushing you around They keep on steeping on your toes, I'll pick you up when you fall down Not one of you's got an ounce of style in yer Said, not one of you, no
Not one of you's got an ounce of style in yer, no So now one of you, no