Khaki EP

by Who Ha

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I had a lot of fun making this. I hope you have a lot of fun listening to it :)
twitter.com/theWhoHa
Wallpaper @ flickr.com/photos/28718842@N03/8368043048/

Khaki Lyrics
Look at my pants, aren't they nice?
I'm comin for you
I picked them up, at JCPenney
GIrl you know what to do
There's a hole in my pocket cause a pen ripped through
Baby I'm into you
Girl you didn't have to throw, your drink on my leg
I'm so through with you

You can call me Khaki cause
Those are the pants I wear
I don't mean to be rude but
I think your hair-
Is lookin real stupid tonight
Get away frome me
Toniiight
Three

I've been to outer space, and the top of Kilimanjaro
Now let me get'cho number
I played baseball with the Mets, in '86, it's true
We had a rockin summer
You should be with me, I'm your long lost fantasy
I'm the man, not the runner (I'm not the Running Man)
I held the door for you, and you did not say thanks
Baby you make me wonder

People call me Khaki cause
Those are the clothes I wear
I don't mean to be rude but
I think your hair-
Is lookin real stupid
You can call me Khaki cause
Those are the pants I wear
I don't mean to be rude but
I think your hair-
Is lookin real stupid tonight
Get away frome me
Toniiight
Three

Who run around in space
I run around in space
Come with me now, I see now,
I run around in space
Brrringin this back from space
Rrrubbin it in your face
You say no way, I say ho hey

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released 28 January 2013

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Track Name: Khaki
I had a lot of fun making this. I hope you have a lot of fun listening to it :)
http://twitter.com/theWhoHa
Wallpaper @ http://flickr.com/photos/28718842@N03/8368043048/

Khaki Lyrics
Look at my pants, aren't they nice?
I'm comin for you
I picked them up, at JCPenney
GIrl you know what to do
There's a hole in my pocket cause a pen ripped through
Baby I'm into you
Girl you didn't have to throw, your drink on my leg
I'm so through with you

You can call me Khaki cause
Those are the pants I wear
I don't mean to be rude but
I think your hair-
Is lookin real stupid tonight
Get away frome me
Toniiight
Three

I've been to outer space, and the top of Kilimanjaro
Now let me get'cho number
I played baseball with the Mets, in '86, it's true
We had a rockin summer
You should be with me, I'm your long lost fantasy
I'm the man, not the runner (I'm not the Running Man)
I held the door for you, and you did not say thanks
Baby you make me wonder

People call me Khaki cause
Those are the clothes I wear
I don't mean to be rude but
I think your hair-
Is lookin real stupid
You can call me Khaki cause
Those are the pants I wear
I don't mean to be rude but
I think your hair-
Is lookin real stupid tonight
Get away frome me
Toniiight
Three

Who run around in space
I run around in space
Come with me now, I see now,
I run around in space
Brrringin this back from space
Rrrubbin it in your face
You say no way, I say ho hey