8 To Late - Vacuuming The Ceiling Lyrics

(Snazzy Intro)

Why you got me, smilin' like that
You got me geeking, I don't know how to act
Thinkin' every thought, feelin' every feelin

Smilin', geeking, vacuuming the ceiling
Good Lord
Good God
Good Lord
Good God

Why you got me, tweakin' like that?
Like a drug, you know you make me
Crack
Who told you you could look that fine this evening
Out of mind, out of pocket, I'm vacuuming the ceiling

Good Lord
Good God
Good Lord
Good God

Lights, camera, Venus
Lights, camera Hzel

Why you got me, obsessed like that?
You should be a pitcher with the way you throw it back
I never want to lose this feeling
Take my soul, take my body, I'm vacuuming the ceiling

Good Lord
Good God
Good Lord
Good God

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