Talk about a jumble...
I say yeah, yeah (repeat)
You're not a number nine, little could o'mine
You're blocking the sun, it's a troubling sign
I can't understand, why I am at your command
If only six was nine; this ain't what I planned
Walk the dog in a park, we did it in the dark
But now it looks like rain and the girls go awry
Hanging tears out to dry, it's a tactical warning
Not a single fair morning ever catching my eyes
Chorus:
Hey, hey, what I say
You gotta, you gotta
Hey, hey, what I say
You gotta, gotta, gotta
Hey, hey what I say
You gotta get away
Hey, hey, what I say
Gypsy maiden of the meadow painted a number on my palm
Her soft whisper caressing my ear, you'll never leave cloud nine
I can't understand, why I am at your command
If only six was nine; this ain't what I planned
I am a black cloud man, yeah, you work on your tan
Your jealous dedication making things worse
I can't even converse. To my frustration
The phones took a vacation. They know I'm cursed
[Chorus]
Please