You’re My UNO

[Smith, Trott, Turps]

Let's do a practice
Yeah, yep

Red one
Red seven
Blue seven
Blue four

She said, "Hit me," and I said, "Hello"
I said, "Oh do you like playing UNO?" (Yellow four)
She said, "I've played it before
But could I show us some more?" (Yellow three)
Plus four

(Six)
I'm at a, at a bar (Plus two)
And Uno bar, an Uno bar

You know (Stacked)
You're my Uno
You know
You're my Uno (It's a yellow)
(Plus four)

I went up to her and I said (Yellow two)
"Hey girl how old are you"
She said "fourteen" (Green two)
*Plus four*
"Fourteen"
*Plus four*

Oh no
I'm in trouble with the law
Again (Plus two)

He said he was gonna get me under the
Cyber Crimes Act of 2006
I went "fuck"
"Let's play Uno"
Anyway start again from the top

You know
You're my Uno (Eight, four)
You know
You're my Uno (Wild card)

You know
*She's your sister, I didn't know*
She's my Uno
*I thought she was an Uno but so are yo'*
You know
*Oh no, here I am in a quandary of sorts*
You're my Uno
*And it seem I got, oh look, reverse*

You know
You're my Uno
You know
You're my Uno
There you go
*Okay*

You know
You're my Uno
You know
You're my Uno
*Oh, uhh*

You know
You're my Uno
Fuck it
*I feel like it needs a progression though, it can't just-*
No, it will, I just wanted to teach you that so you could get the harmony
*I see, okay*
You didn't write down any of the good lines from chat
These are all yours

You know
You're my Uno
You know
You're my Uno
You know
You're my Uno
You know
You're my Uno
*Right I'm gonna go back and do some more writing*
You know
You're my Uno
You know
You're my Uno
You know
You're my Uno Uno Uno Uno Uno Uno Uno

You know
You're my Uno, girl
Plus four
Blue seven
Face melting solo
Don't worry, the synth's got it

You know all this music, dear?
It's got me in the mood
For this dicey little card game
Called Uno

Last week
Me and my Uno crew
We started this weird
Psychadellic music experience
Uno

Now just the drums and the synth

Back to it
You shouldn't have muted the backing
Woo
{yeah}
Hold my cards

You know
You're my Uno, everybody
You know
You're my Uno
You know
You're my Uno
You know
One two three four five six seven eight (Plus two)

*Smithy, she said "count to three, and to turn around"*
She's a wild card
*Uno, dos, and she disappeared without a "tres"*