Why don't you keep your eyes on the road
Keep yourself to yourself
Or you're gonna explode
Don't concern yourself in my shit
If I told you the truth
Well you probably couldn't handle it
What's it got to do with you
I don't care what you get up to
Didn't ask for your opinion
Not your business
Wind your neck in
Why'd you think you're better
Little rubber-necker
No one likes a trouble maker
Pull up your socks
There's nothing to see here
Why'd you have to be here
Can't you turn around and get back into your box
Wind your neck in
I always said each to their own
Won't you give me a break
Won't you throw me a bone
I'm a different cat or a fish
If you don't understand
Just look the other way, you bitch
I'll do my thing, you do your's
What you get up to behind closed doors
No of interest, I've no opinion
It's not my business
Wind your neck in
Why'd you think you're better
Little rubber-necker
No one likes a trouble maker
Pull up your socks
There's nothing to see here
Why'd you have to be here
Can't you turn around and get back into your box
Down
The rubber-neckers slow me down
When will they ever work it out
No, they can't run me out of town
Why'd you think you're better
Little rubber-necker
No one likes a trouble maker
Pull up your socks
There's nothing to see here
Why'd you have to be here
Can't you turn around and get back into your box
Lily Allen - Wind Your Neck In Lyrics
Lily Allen - Wind Your Neck In Lyrics
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Why don't you keep your eyes on the road
Keep yourself to yourself
Or you're gonna explode
Don't concern yourself in my shit
If I told you the truth
Well you probably couldn't handle it
What's it got to do with you
I don't care what you get up to
Didn't ask for your opinion
Not your business
Wind your neck in
Why'd you think you're better
Little rubber-necker
No one likes a trouble maker
Pull up your socks
There's nothing to see here
Why'd you have to be here
Can't you turn around and get back into your box
Wind your neck in
I always said each to their own
Won't you give me a break
Won't you throw me a bone
I'm a different cat or a fish
If you don't understand
Just look the other way, you bitch
I'll do my thing, you do your's
What you get up to behind closed doors
No of interest, I've no opinion
It's not my business
Wind your neck in
Why'd you think you're better
Little rubber-necker
No one likes a trouble maker
Pull up your socks
There's nothing to see here
Why'd you have to be here
Can't you turn around and get back into your box
Down
The rubber-neckers slow me down
When will they ever work it out
No, they can't run me out of town
Why'd you think you're better
Little rubber-necker
No one likes a trouble maker
Pull up your socks
There's nothing to see here
Why'd you have to be here
Can't you turn around and get back into your box
Keep yourself to yourself
Or you're gonna explode
Don't concern yourself in my shit
If I told you the truth
Well you probably couldn't handle it
What's it got to do with you
I don't care what you get up to
Didn't ask for your opinion
Not your business
Wind your neck in
Why'd you think you're better
Little rubber-necker
No one likes a trouble maker
Pull up your socks
There's nothing to see here
Why'd you have to be here
Can't you turn around and get back into your box
Wind your neck in
I always said each to their own
Won't you give me a break
Won't you throw me a bone
I'm a different cat or a fish
If you don't understand
Just look the other way, you bitch
I'll do my thing, you do your's
What you get up to behind closed doors
No of interest, I've no opinion
It's not my business
Wind your neck in
Why'd you think you're better
Little rubber-necker
No one likes a trouble maker
Pull up your socks
There's nothing to see here
Why'd you have to be here
Can't you turn around and get back into your box
Down
The rubber-neckers slow me down
When will they ever work it out
No, they can't run me out of town
Why'd you think you're better
Little rubber-necker
No one likes a trouble maker
Pull up your socks
There's nothing to see here
Why'd you have to be here
Can't you turn around and get back into your box
Writer: LILY ROSE BEATRICE COOPER, GREG KURSTIN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group