Texting An Alien Lyrics - Holding Hands With Jamie - Girl Band

At the minute 

At the minute I'm throwing biscuits down 

O' Connell street, it's pointless and I don't why 

I'm doing it to be honest 

At the minute she's 

At the minute 

She's suggesting texting an alien 

With custard on her hand with fastest tongue in Ireland 

At the minute 

At the minute I'm just wearing Lynx Africa and talking about putting crisps in pasta dishes 

At the minute she's 

At the minute she's putting the jackets on the coated tablets and listening to the new jet sounds or something 

Oh sex pesto...It was all she knows from the tip of her tongue to the tip of her toes 

You big weirdo licking flat coke from the horny nettles of Barcode 

Out of it 

Out of it 

I look at them and I'm out of it 

Out of it 

Out of it 

I look at them and I'm out of it 

Yeah I look at your photos to piss me off from time to time 

I wish I had a cap gun for every time you said that one 

Got sent to the office for whistling 

What would it be like if everyone was whistling going around everywhere? 

What would you do? 

Take a photo 

of Quazimoto 

I look like him and I'm out of it 

Out of it 

Out of it 

I look at him and I'm out of it 

She races her slugs to their salt lines but you don't mind do you? Do you? Sometimes I wanna watch