I had the grace of a diplomat on his best behaviour But throw a wrench into the plan And I’ll prepare a statement you know
I was built on shaky ground And any day this all could come down And toe to toe you know that I can’t keep up If you ask me straight up I’d ramble round and round Round and round And I’ll put everything I have On the table I never claimed to be a perfect man Around my enablers
After the closing bell and last song It’s a buzzkill when the house lights turn on I hit the road and sing along to my head phones Jules is dancing when I get home We ramble round and round Round and round
[Where are those horns, hey]
I swear to god I remember everything and in the moment it all felt so right Oh yeah rewind the tape and watch it back a couple times It’s like Electric Circus in 1999, oh yeah, wooo
I have the grace of a diplomat Oh when I sign the papers We’ll round the troops on up for breakfast And retrace the steps to where you lost your cellphone
These visions come I see him swinging from a street light We were underneath the moonlight The world was spinning round and round Round and round
Oh round and round Oh round and round Oh round and round Oh round and round [round and round, round and round, round and round] Oh round and round [round and round, round and round, round and round] Oh round and round [round and round, round and round, round and round] [round and round, round and round, round and round] [round and round, round and round, round and round] [to fade]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
