Spinning

I had this little tape recorder I used to go down to the coffee shop Record people Play it back later Was that wrong? You spun around You turned me on You left me on And then you left me here Spinning Spinning Like an old jazz record Like a Waring blender On a merry go round In the galaxy You spun around You turned me on You left me on And then you left me here Spinning Spinning On a walk through the woods one day I heard a bird that sounded just like Charlie Parker I was amazed But I didn't have my recorder with me So I just stood there and listened Like a cyclone storming Like a snail shell forming On an orbiting ball Round a yellow star You spun around, you turned me on, You left me on, and then you left me here Spinning Spinning Spinning Spinning On the van ride home I was tired and sad Then you reached across and grabbed my hand And all my pain just flew away And I felt warm And held