E, para começar a manhã com uma fé e energia inabalável, New Young Pony Club! "We want to! I don't want to do any of this without you! Ah ah ah ah ah!"
E está um frio lá fora que só mesmo a dançar um bocadinho para aquecer.



Letra:

Am I just about to lose my mind?
It was fun for 5 minutes
But I preferred it when I had less time
And I’m sick of sensation
It’s a stroke of luck you can plug me in
If I stink of frustration
It’s the perfume of excess I think

We want to
I don’t want to do any of this
Without you
We want to
I don’t want to do any of this
Without you

It was purple but the season’s changed
Now the clob is complacent
And the smiles have all been prearranged
Let’s go out and get baconed
In the complex crush of the fake and floored
But we think that we hate it
We hate it more when we just stay bored

We want to
I don’t want to do any of this
Without you
We want to
I don’t want to do any of this
Without you