Pulling the Rug
Imelda May - Mayhem
I fell under its spell and kept falling
I sat into your lap and stayed sitting
your smile seemed willing
You hid behind your porcelain filling
you'll take all the glory
The truth behind the cream
So now you're pulling the rug from under me
Putting a gun in front of me
Pulling the rug from under me
you're pulling the rug from under me
Putting a gun in front of me
Pulling the rug from under me
But I won't let you get me down
Gonna spin you upside down
Have ended our days of dreaming
Pulling the rug from under me
Putting a gun in front of me
Pulling the rug from under me
you're pulling the rug from under me
Putting a gun in front of me
Pulling the rug from under me
But I won't let you get me down
Gonna spin you upside down
Pulling the rug… (pulling the rug)
Pulling the rug from under me (pulling the rug)
Putting a gun in front of me (putting a gun)
Pulling the rug from under me (pulling the rug)
dup-du-dup (pulling the rug)
dup-du-dup (putting a gun)
dup-du-dup (pulling the rug)
Dup-dup-dup-dup-dup-dup (putting a gun)