I must have left it on the table
Or the chair
Not sure
I didn’t feel it was painless
Oh dear
I guess I’m just a little careless!
I’ll confess
When the music’s on Everything else gets lost!
I think I like it I think I like it I think I’d like my soul back
I think I like it I think I like it I think I’d like my soul back
Too busy looking for the good side
Of the ball
To dance
I spun around and saw you leaving
That’s weird
I thought I saw you by the punch bowl?!
I’ll confess
I had no glasses on You could have been anyone!
I think I like it I think I like it I think I’d like my soul back
I think I like it I think I like it I think I’d like my soul back
And only now I find I lost it At all
Somehow
You think you’re fine
Until you land
On stones
And then you try to think what pushed you
I’ll confess
I’m a mess inside
All my fun fell out…
I think I’d like my soul back
I think I like it I think I like it I think I’d like my soul back
I think I like it I think I like it I think I’d like my soul back