(B. Dickinson/ A. Dickson)
Don't start it, what you say to me and what you see
it's not for sale
I'm a cold starter, don't you hang your hat on my peg pin,
your big red heart on my shirt tail
I'm coldhearted, I'm mean and bad and virtuous
and every bad thing I could ever be
Tried to be careful, say I'd never do that again
It's on the tip of my tounge and sometimes it just falls out wrong
It's not the thing I meant to do
It's not the place I want to be
Guess I'll keep on walking, baby, motion's gonna give me some clue
...of what to do
Can I travel on the sunny side when I think of where to hang my feet
and what to do
You'd better watch out how you drive that thing
Been a long time since the spider's done its dancing in the rain
Tried a little shuffle but I never had the chance to move
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