Testo I Turn Slowly Around

I walked a mile in your apartment yesterdayWhistling labor tunes and plotting larcenyThe choice is always strike or stealWithout a miracle or some gigantic heistWe'll be forced to live on water and crushed iceJust when I am making plansLike some fine, upstanding manI think suddenly of youOne things that is trueThat's when I turnI turn slowly around and I see youCombing through your family albums I could seeA well-adjusted girl and a happy familyEveryone is having so much funThere can never be a healthy solstice wherePeople languish in uncomfortable chairsThe anachronistic rulesCome from English public schoolsWhen I fantasize with tactI would have you backThat's when I turnI turn slowly around and I see youI parked my nose against the window through the dayWatching little league and wishing I could playI occupied the owners' boxThere was happiness and all that sort of thingI drank a beer to celebrate the rights of springWhile I hurled armchair catcallsPrayed for errant foul ballsI was suddenly awareOf someone standing thereThat's when I turnI turn slowly around and I see you-----------------------------------Besucht mich auch unter http://www.planetmork.de oder Bob unter http://www.bobhillman.net