The Worrying Kind

 

Moves, I like to make them

Grooves, I like to shake them
Shake me from my troublesome mind ungefär: besvärlig sinne

'Cause sometimes you'll find
That I'm out of my mind
You see baby, I'm the worrying kind

Words, I like to break 'em
Words, I'd like to shake 'em
Shake them from my troublesome mind

And you turn up your nose
It's a joke you suppose antar
But baby, I'm the worrying kind
  
So if you see me somewhere
With that glassy old stare stirra blankt
And the panic and fear rädsla in my eyes

Don't call for first aid
Or the fire brigade räddningstjänsten
Or the local police
'Cause they won't care

I'm just a silly dum old boy with my head in the can
I'm just a mortal vanliga dödliga människa with potential of a superman

But what sense does it make vad är meningen
When I feel like a fake
When I'm saying to you all be good for goodness sake? var god för dess egen skull
 
 Ooh! Words, I like to break them
Words, I'd like to shake them
Shake them from my troublesome mind
And why? Heaven knows himlen vet, it's a joke I suppose
But baby, I'm the worrying kind

And you turn up your nose
And you say it's a pose konstlad ställning
But baby, I'm the worrying kind

Yeah, sometimes I'm blind
I'm just out of my mind
Baby, I'm the worrying kind.