You Need the *** (Short Version) - Westbam/Richard Butler

Some Sunday morning see you

Picking up the fun

Ticking down the last time

Before the credits run

The traffic is'nt moving or it's moving awful slow

To the sound of you complaining

We got nowhere left to go

You need the *** to make the stars come down

You need the *** to make you shine

You need the pills to take you home again

Don't be so ladida so ladida

You need the ***

You need the *** to make the stars come down

You need the *** to make you shine

You need the pills to take you home again

Don't be so ladida so ladida

All of your tomorrows are a dream I never had

Everything is broken everything unsaid

But I see all your shadows running

Circles at my feet

And you're making all the promises that

No one never keeps

You need the *** to make the stars come down

You need the *** to make you shine

You need the pills to take you home again

Don't be so ladida so ladida