Song | The Worrying Kind |
Artist | The Ark |
Album | Prayer for the Weekend |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Salo | |
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 | |
Words, I'd 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 | |
So if you see me somewhere | |
With that glassy ol' 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? | |
Words, I like to break 'em | |
Words, I'd 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 | |
So if you see me somewhere | |
With that glassy ol' 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? | |
Oh, words, I like to shake 'em | |
Words, I'd like to break 'em | |
Shake 'em from my troublesome mind | |
And why? Heaven knows | |
It's a joke I suppose | |
But baby, I'm the worrying kind | |
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 |
zuo qu : Salo | |
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 | |
Words, I' d 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 | |
So if you see me somewhere | |
With that glassy ol' 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? | |
Words, I like to break ' em | |
Words, I' d 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 | |
So if you see me somewhere | |
With that glassy ol' 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? | |
Oh, words, I like to shake ' em | |
Words, I' d like to break ' em | |
Shake ' em from my troublesome mind | |
And why? Heaven knows | |
It' s a joke I suppose | |
But baby, I' m the worrying kind | |
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 |
zuò qǔ : Salo | |
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 | |
Words, I' d 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 | |
So if you see me somewhere | |
With that glassy ol' 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? | |
Words, I like to break ' em | |
Words, I' d 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 | |
So if you see me somewhere | |
With that glassy ol' 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? | |
Oh, words, I like to shake ' em | |
Words, I' d like to break ' em | |
Shake ' em from my troublesome mind | |
And why? Heaven knows | |
It' s a joke I suppose | |
But baby, I' m the worrying kind | |
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 |