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Spin Round the Room
Well I spin round the room, Stare at somebody else, But I think that sometimes, I embarass myself.
Like running in and out And guessing just when to laugh, Timing all my entrances, And talking too fast.
Yes I trip over -something- And sleep on the mat, Cracking those rancid jokes, That always fall flat.
Feeling like the sun who rose To find it three o' clock, The sun who rose the greener self And found it's too hot.
Like a paupers dying daughter, Whose counting what she's got, Like a up and coming actress Whose finding she's not
Well your book sure is good Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Always said it would be, And thanks for selling All the world, The ins and outs of me. Well you never spared a feeling, Never thought that you would, But when I get to thinking, I still reckon it was good.
Like a paupers dying daughter, Whose counting what she's got, Like an up and coming actress Whose finding she's not
Well I spin round the room, Stare at somebody else, But I think that sometimes, I embarass myself.
Like running in and out And guessing just when to laugh, Timing all my entrances, And talking too fast, woo.
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