Boxing Fashionista (Boyd) Songtext

To take you out

Out of control

Shake your, Shake your hips

And move along



You're always sleepwalking early at night

There's a live television inside your mind

Every single day you wake up dead

Walking dead from nine to five


How much longer does it take you now?

To take him down and out of control

There's a blind satellite inside your heart

Like a boxing fashionista I will knock him dead