I looked at the skies running my hands over my eyes And I fell out of bed hurting my head from things that I said 'Till I finally died which started the whole world living Oh if I'd only seen that the joke was on me I started a joke which started the

It ain't my fault (No, no, no, no, no, no, no) So if I put your hands where my eyes can't see Then you're the one who's got a hold on me No I-I-I-I, can't be responsible, responsible It ain't my fault It ain't my fault (No, no, no, no) Oh my, oh my, oh

I know that we can make it Just take my hand, we'll make a stand (Hey) It's you and me. The world will see Oh we can make it I would do anything, anything a man can do You're my strength and weakness I give it all for you I would climb any mountain How

My body's callin' for you I hear you callin' me I'm listening baby I hear you callin', "Here I come baby" To save you, oh oh Baby no more stallin' These hands have been longing to touch you baby And now that you've come around, to seein' it my way You

In you, don't you? I can see my baby swingin' His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up On the balcony and I'm singing Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, I'm in love I can see my sweet boy swayin' He's crazy y Cubano como yo lala On the balcony and I'm saying

spin the black circle spin the black, spin the black Spin the black circle See this needle Oh see my hand Drop, drop, dropping it down oh so gently

In you, don't you? I can see my baby swingin' His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up On the balcony and I'm singing Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, I'm in love I can see my sweet boy swayin' He's crazy y Cubano como yo lala On the balcony and I'm saying

I looked at the skies running my hands over my eyes And I fell out of bed hurting my head from things that I said 'Till I finally died which started the whole world living Oh if I'd only seen that the joke was on me I started a joke which started the

Oh I've got a woman now As she mistakes my name I see the light come around And strange as it seems I'm bursting at the seams Her wallet photos don't turn me on I feel her hand come around And her stone-wash denim jeans are darker than they seemed She

For me it ain't real It's fools gold There too many fools sold Not an excuse oh She sits home and dreams That her man will leave his mark on her hand He's not all he seems But she's seen a dress, she has the flowers planned