She juggles time with her hand in a sling Wears a coat of diapher that stings Strangles words for the laughter it brings
She juggles space with a match in her hand Sparking flames when her temper expands As your head starts to swing by a string
Sometimes She makes my brain feel like this... But she's my baby But she's my baby
C'mon She fought the wave with her feet stuck in sand Disappears when you reach for her hand Says goodbye when hello's in demand
C'mon She mystifies and she lies through her veil Screws it up when it all goes too well Makes the rules as she goes 'cos she can And her drummers like not in anybody's band - ya dig?
Sometimes She makes my brain feel like this... But she's my baby But she's my baby
She moves like the sea Without hark the sand that covers her beach She wafts the feet of my expectations And rolls away beyond my pride
She gives me time right between sleeve and arm Gives you lip when you wanted her charm She howls at the moon but she spits at the sun
Sometimes She makes my brain feel like this... (it must be the karma) But she's my baby She's my baby She's my baby But she's my...
Compositor: Terence Trent D'arby (Terence Trent D'arby) ECAD: Obra #15455393