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 |
| |
| 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... |
| |
| 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 |
| |
| 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 |