I’m in a mess, I can’t help it I just go round and round I’m paranoid, I’m selfish Push me, I clam up, I’m shellfish We had a dream, I shelved it That eats me up, that’s Elvis Las Vegas era I’m half bag lady, half Bagheera
I got my hand on my heart But my heart’s in the gutter Talking to itself, starting to flutter When it thinks about yours Barking at mutts like a nutter Trying to start wars on the bus
Dumb chunk of muscle with its claws out Throwing its oars out the dinghy in the middle of a gale Making whirlpools the way I chase my tail
I go round in circles Not graceful, not like dancers Not neatly, not like compass and pencil More like a dog on a lead, going mental I go round in circles Not graceful, not like dancers Not neatly, not like compass and pencil More like a dog on a lead, going mental
I’m in a corner saying nothing Sitting in a pub with my eyes closed Swaying to a power ballad Shredding tears at the high notes My hands are frozen, I forgot my gloves My heart is broken, I don’t want no love Love just rots your guts If you’re the type to feel what you touch
No wait, my hands are smoking on this hot tea cup My heart is open, all I want is love Love will prop you up If you’re the type to feel what you touch
No wait, my hands are frozen, I ain’t got no gloves My heart is broken, I don’t want no love Love will rot your guts If you’re the type to feel what you touch
No wait, my hands are smoking on this hot tea cup My heart is open, all I want is love Love will prop you up If you’re the type to feel what you touch
[Chorus] I go round in circles Not graceful, not like dancers Not neatly, not like compass and pencil More like a dog on a lead, going mental I go round in circles Not graceful, not like dancers Not neatly, not like compass and pencil More like a dog on a lead, going mental
I go round, elliptical Watch me orbit this I keep repeating myself There must be more than this I don’t know why I can’t change There ain’t no groundhogs here There’s just me in my garden Howling at the moon when it’s round and clear
Kick a fag box and you might find it’s got some in it I love that Just when I think something’s ending The beginning comes back
Get away with a child travelcard on the bus I love that Just when I think something’s ending The beginning comes back
See something great Happen to a mate I love that Just when I think something’s ending The beginning comes back
Get a kiss when you feel like shit That’s so good, I love that Just when I think something’s ending The beginning comes back
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