Spun

I want it rag-tag life in a bag
I’ve been sleeping in a bus mistrust singing lalalala
Ohhhhhhh…
I got the feeling I’ve been nickel and dimed
That was probably in line for the semiconscious state of mind
Ohhhhhhh…
Rush rush rush for the gold dust scattered too much
I’m sippin cocktails, fish scales, falling for love
I’m falling for love
Reason reason reason
Is gone… Don't go!
Spun (are you lonesome, are you, are you lonesome?)
Don’t go (are you lonesome, are you, are you lonesome?)
Yeah, reason, reason… reason is gone (are you lonesome, are you,
are you lonesome?)
I’m spuuuun (are you lonesome, are you, are you lonesome?)
I want it rag-tag love in a bag
Volume five, drip dry, Lo-Fi, singing lalalala
Ohhhhhhh…
Rush rush rush
Down in the sound
It’s your ride, top side, high tide.
Free falling below
I’m falling for love
Reason reason reason
Is gone. So long!
Spun (are you lonesome, are you, are you lonesome?)
I’m gone! (are you lonesome, are you, are you lonesome?)
Yeah, reason… reason, reason is gone (are you lonesome, are you,
are you lonesome?)
I’m spun…
(are you lonesome, are you, are you lonesome?)
(are you lonesome, are you, are you lonesome?)
HA, HA, HA! SPUN!
Ohhh ohhh ohhh…