Child is born from the act of love And woman dies from the act of love Something ain't right around here Laugh at a man when he's alive And then cry for him when he dies Something ain't right around here Still I dream of sex, still I dream of sex Maybe, baby, I don't belong around here Maybe, baby, I don't fit in around here Maybe I don't belong and things just got a way too clear Generation lost in space Blame it on the old rat race Something ain't right around here Staring up at my ceiling fan It go round and round, yes I am Wondering what I'm going to do tonight Still I dream of you, still I dream of you Maybe, baby, I don't belong around here Maybe I don't fit in, child I don't fit in around here Maybe I don't belong in things It got a way too hunh, hunh, hunh... Will you be my girl tonight And can I walk along the beach and hold your hand softly Mary opened up her arms and said come to me, come to me, come to me I'm still right here and it' all so clear Something seems right around here I'm still right here and it all seems all so clear Something seems right around round here Now I dream of you, now I dream of you Baby, baby, I do belong right here Maybe, child, I do fit in around here Maybe I always fit in My head was just a bit unclear
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