The harlequin dances in a costume of green Spin around But under his makeup his age can't be seen Spin around But where are you spinnin' When will you know That life is for livin' That it isn't a show?
Spin, spin, spin Spin around, spin around
You look out on the city from your penthouse so high Spin around But your pedestal's your prison and so is your high Spin around But where are you spinnin' When will you know That life is for livin' That it isn't a show?
Spin, spin, spin Spin around, spin around
Your pills are you conscience They make ev'rything seem all right Spin around Take a white one go to sleep Take a red one to stay up all night To spin around But where are you spinnin' When will you know That life is for livin' That it isn't a show? Spin, spin, spin Spin around, spin around Spin, spin, spin Spin away, spin away Spin, spin, spin Spin around, spin around
Compositores: Ingried Croce (ASCAP), James J Croce (Jim Croce) (ASCAP)Editores: H and R Lastrada Music (ASCAP), R2m Publishing Lux Sarl (ASCAP)Administração: BMG Rights Administration Us LLC (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #37849729 em 12/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM