What am I to believe? I'm the balcony man When everything is ordinary until it's not I'm the balcony man I'm two hundred pounds of packed ice Sitting on a chair and in the morning sun Putting on my tap dancing shoes, oh my lap dancing shoes In the morning sun
I'm the balcony man, I'm Fred Astaire You think you have a plan until I hit the stairs I'm two hundred pound bag of blood and bone Leaking on your favourite chair I put on my lap dancing shoes in the morning sun
And this morning is amazing and so are you This morning is amazing and so are you This morning is amazing and so are you In the morning sun
What am I to think on this balcony, Fred? Where everything is amazing that stays in bed I'm a two hundred pound octopus under a sheet Dancing round your world with my hands and feet And this much I know to be true Yeah, this much I know to be truе And this much I know to be true Yeah, this much I know to bе true
This morning is amazing and so are you This morning is amazing and so are you This morning is amazing and so are you This morning is amazing and so are you This morning is amazing and so are you This morning is amazing and so are you
You are languid and lovely and lazy And what doesn't kill you just makes you crazierTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
