Literally Baby

I got shot straight out of a cannon up into the air All the circus animals open their jaws Wave their shiny fangs at me As I fly down to you So come on, get on top And jump up and down, forever Elton John is not the perfect rifle But you fire him good, you can make a miracle In her two hands Let the little animal crawl into the room So come on, get on top And jump up and down, forever Our bits smashed together like fresh fruit in the sun We're not worried, we're just having fun Our bits smashed together like fresh fruit in the sun We're not worried, we're just having fun Literally, baby So come on, get on top And jump up and down, forever Our bits smashed together like fresh fruit in the sun We're not worried, we're just having fun Our bits smashed together like fresh fruit in the sun We're not worried, we're just having fun, no Literally, baby Alright, woo!