Turn me over, baby, won't you turn me over? Oh, yea
Turn me over, woman, can't ya' turn me over? Oh, yea
The world's my prison, baby, the world's my prison
The world's my prison, the world's my prison, yea
(Now listen to the bassist)
I've heard your logic and I've seen it in action
What more are friends for the losers conquest?
So I'll go out dancing with the ladies
Jealousy erases and laughs at me
No room to spread my wings
Winter bites
No room to spread my wings
And tell my friends of love
Turn me over, baby, won't you turn me over? Oh, yea
Turn me over, woman, can't ya' turn me over? Oh, yea
The world's my prison, baby, the world's my prison
The world's my prison, the world's my prison, yea
I carry pictures, mental visions
You let me down and I owe you one
A lethal dose could break all the ties that bind
But I'm yet to show you all my light
No room to spread my wings
Winter bites
No room to spread my wings
And tell my friends of love
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