I'm finding my feet Absolutely midseason mediocre street I got nothing to say Want nothing to do With people like you
There's nothing to see You see there's nothing like a good time Well I remember I heard it on the radio And then I read it in a magazine
Steppin' on the same shoes And I've got nothing to do
'Cept turn over stones and head for home or someone like you I stare at the ground and wear out my shoes The shoes with nowhere to go and nothing to do
Oh read it Read it in a magazine Watch people on the T.V. set Watch lovers on the movie screen produce a mix in stereo Turn on the radio for something to do
And still there's nothing to do There's nothing like a good time And there certainly isn't anything new Oh honey oh baby Nothing true
Steppin' on the same shoes And I've got nothing to do
'Cept turn over stones and head for home or someone like you I stare at the ground and wear out my shoes The shoes with nowhere to go and nothing to do
Read it Read it in a magazine There's nothing like a real good time I'd have a better time A so much better time An even better time with nothing to doTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
