Dammit I hate to be the type
That seeks to be amused
Dammit I hate to be the type
Dammit I hate to be the type
That's in it real quick before I'm done
Dammit I hate to be the type
Cause oh oh oh
When the world stays spinning
I feel tied
And oh oh oh
Where's exotic living like Mumbai
And oh oh oh
When the world stays spinning
I feel tied
And oh oh oh
There's a high beam in a low side
How would I go
I don't even know
If I found myself a limerance of my own
Down the yellow road
Rushed in syllables
If I found myself a limerance of my own
I I I
Dammit I hate to be the type
That sticks to black like parasite
Dammit I hate to be the type
Cause oh oh oh
When the world stays spinning
I feel tied
And oh oh oh
Where's exotic living like Mumbai
And oh oh oh
When the world stays spinning
I feel tied
And oh oh oh
There's a high beam in a low side
How would I go
I don't even know
If I found myself a limerance of my own
Down the yellow road
Rushing syllables
If I found myself a limerance of my own
I I I
Still sitting by the fire waiting just a bit in the month of June
Sitting by the fire
Sitting by the fire
Still sitting by the fire waiting just a bit in the month of June
Sitting by the fire
Sitting by the fire
How would I go
I don't even know
If I found myself a limerance of my own
Down the yellow road
Rushing syllables
If I found myself a limerance of my own
I I I
How would I go
I don't even know
If I found myself a limerance of my own
Down the yellow road
Rushing syllables
If I found myself a limerance of my own
How would I go I don't even know
How would I go I don't even know
How would I go I don't even know
How would I go I don't even know