Baby's into running around Hanging with the crowd Putting your business in the street talking out loud Saying you bought her this and that And how much you done spent I swear she must believe it's all heaven sent Hey boy you better bring the chick around

I said baby mama, I don't know your name But I said baby, sugar I can play your game Every night when we leave the hall I see you hanging around You want to ride in my big black car baby Want to go uptown I know who you are baby I know what they call you

Oooah oooah, what you want boy? Are you into me boy or are you into someone else? Like maybe that boy, cause you know I never can tell, ooh boy I really wanna be your girl so I gotta know know know know Cause you’re hanging around with him bare Oooah

Let down and hanging around Crushed like a bug in the ground Transport, motorways and tramlines Starting and then stopping Taking off and landing The emptiest of feelings Disappointed people, clinging on to bottles When it comes it's so, so, disappointing

The miracle in me Ever changing Take another look Take a look around Its you and me Its here and now As you sparkle in the sky Ill catch you while I can 'Cause all we are

said about playing this chord He ain't hitting the be flat right I'm a make a hit If it's the last thing I do And I done come home to you And you done put your cold feet on me Get warm your feet, woman Hanging around the studio For three days in a row

In our little sea of air We've got the whole world hanging there We got the whole world hanging there But, I'll be brave, I'll be brave, I'll be brave When the timing comes around, I'll be brave yeah I'll be brave Just let me go now We've got the whole

Well, I've been afraid of changing 'Cause I built my life around you But time makes you bolder Even children get older And I'm getting older, too And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills I took my love and I took it down I climbed a

said about playing this chord He ain't hitting the be flat right I'm a make a hit If it's the last thing I do And I done come home to you And you done put your cold feet on me Get warm your feet, woman Hanging around the studio For three days in a row

Dig bury me underneath Everything that I am rearranging Everything that I was slowly changing Let me help you tie the rope around your neck Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge Of any mother fucker that´s thinkin´ they can change me White