Stackridge - Spin Around The Room lyrics
rate meWell 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