The worrying kind |
Mmm... |
Moves – I like to make 'em |
Grooves – I like to shake 'em |
Shake 'em from my troublesome mind |
'Cause sometimes you'll find |
That I'm out of my mind |
You see, baby, I'm the worrying kind |
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Words – I like to break 'em |
Words – I like to shake 'em |
Shake 'em from my troublesome mind |
And you turn up your nose |
It's a joke, you suppose |
But baby, I'm the worrying kind |
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So if you see me somewhere |
With that glassy old stare |
And the panic and fear in my eyes |
Don't call for first aid or the fire brigade |
Or the local police, 'cause they won't care |
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I'm just a silly old boy with my head in the can |
Just a mortal with potential of a superman |
But what sense does it make |
When I feel like a fake |
When I'm saying to you all: be good for goodness sake? |
Yoohoo... aha ooh... |
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Words – I like to break 'em |
Words – I like to shake 'em |
Shake 'em from my troublesome mind |
And why? – Heaven knows, it's a joke, I suppose |
But baby, I'm the worrying kind |
Yeah |
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So if you see me somewhere |
With that glassy old stare |
And the panic and fear in my eyes |
Don't call for first aid or the fire brigade |
Or the local police, 'cause they won't care |
|
I'm just a silly old boy with my head in the can |
Just a mortal with potential of a superman |
But what sense does it make |
When I feel like a fake |
When I'm saying to you all: be good for goodness sake? |
Yoohoo... aha ooh... |
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Oh, words – I like to break 'em |
Words – I like to shake 'em |
Shake 'em from my troublesome mind |
And why? – Heaven knows, it's a joke, I suppose |
But baby, I'm the worrying kind |
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And you turn up your nose |
And you say it's a pose |
But baby, I'm the worrying kind |
Yeah, sometimes I'm blind |
I'm just out of my mind |
Baby, I'm the worrying kind |
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Oh yeah |
Oh... oh... oh yeah |