Mumbai

Damm it I hate to be the type That seeks to be amused Damm it I hate to be the type Damm it I hate to be the type That's in it real quick before I'm done Damm it I hate to be the type Cause oh oh oh When the world stays spinning I feel tied And oh oh oh Is exotic livin' like in 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 limerence of my own Down the yellow road Rushed in syllables If I found myself a limerence Of my own Dammit I hate to be the type That sticks to black like a parasite Dammit I hate to be the type Cause oh oh oh When the world stays spinning I feel tied And oh oh oh Is exotic livin' like in 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 limerence of my own Down the yellow road Rushed in syllables If I found myself a limerence Of my own Still sitting by the fire Waiting just a bit in the month of June Sitting by the fire Sitting by the fire Just 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 limerence of my own Down the yellow road Rushed in syllables If I found myself a limerence Of my own How would I go? I don't even know If I found myself a limerence of my own Down the yellow road Rushed in syllables If I found myself a limerence 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