, it's not so bad Then I'd make you laugh or at least crack a smile And we'd make love on the kitchen tiles My dear I've gone too far for my intellect to stay on par
no pain But every time you leave I wish that I was on my way I'm singing on the sidewalk, dancing for you Wearing holes in my shoes, I got blisters on
pain But everytime you leave I wish that I was on my way Chorus I\'m singing on the sidewalk, dancing for you Wearing holes in my shoes I got blisters on