WHIRPOOL Do I have a shoulder That I can cry on And a background That I can rely on Technically I cannot find them Although I've stood fifteen long years behind them I have wandered like the gypsy No roof beneath that yellow moon Shake me primitive And out of tune I try to pull myself ashore Out of this whirlpool This whirlpool What's been said, I have not forgotten I hear him say (something) And the only thing about me that's together Are my square-toed boots of Spanish leather I would swim the stormy sea for you Out of this whirlpool, this whirlpool What you want I tell you I got it! Come, come here And don't run from it! Wouldn't it be any better Showing your feelings Than to have my name Tattooed on your arm I can be beaten But I am too tough to be broken! Come here I'll teach ya! I tell ya I'm not afraid to switch I'll be your electrician I (I, I, I) search for switch to your ignition And then I'll pick up the pieces You're so mucho-macho (???) Pick up the pieces! I'll pick 'em all up And... I would swim the sea for you Beg down on my knees for you Hide myself inside of you Lose all of my pride for you Why? Whirlpool
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