Damn it I hate to be the type That seeks to be amused Damn it I hate to be the type
Damn it I hate to be the type That's in it real quick before I'm done Damn it I hate to be the type
Cause oh oh oh When the world stays spinning I feel tied And oh oh oh Where's exotic living like in Mumbai And oh oh oh When the world stays spinning I feel tied And oh oh oh There's a high beam in a low side
How would I go I don't even know If I found myself a limerence of my own Down the yellow road Rushed in syllables If I found myself a limerence of my own
Damn it I hate to be the type That sticks to black like a parasite Damn it I hate to be the type
Cause oh oh oh When the world stays spinning I feel tied And oh oh oh Where's exotic living like in Mumbai And oh oh oh When the world stays spinning I feel tied And oh oh oh There's a high beam in a low side
How would I go I don't even know If I found myself a limerence of my own Down the yellow road Rushed in syllables If I found myself a limerence of my own
Still sitting by the fire waiting just a bit in the month of June Sitting by the fire Sitting by the fire Still sitting by the fire waiting just a bit in the month of June Sitting by the fire Sitting by the fire
How would I go I don't even know If I found myself a limerence of my own Down the yellow road Rushed in syllables If I found myself a limerence of my own
How would I go I don't even know If I found myself a limerence of my own Down the yellow road Rushed in syllables If I found myself a limerence of my own (How would I go, I don't even know)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
