Stackridge - Spin Around The Room lyrics

rate me

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 your old words

Asleep 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 to greet herself

And found it's too hot.

Like a paupers dying daughter,

Whose counting what she's got,

Like an up and coming actress

Whose finding she's not

Well your book sure looks good

Always thought it would be,

And thanks for telling

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.

Thanks to Darryl Foster for these lyrics