Mumbai

Dammit I hate to be the type That seeks to be amused Dammit I hate to that type Dammit I hate to be the type That's in it real quick before I'm done Dammit I hate to be the type Cause oh oh oh When the world stays spinning I feel tied And oh oh oh Where’s the exotic living like in Mumbai And oh oh oh When the world stays spinning I feel tied Then oh oh oh There's a high beam in a low side How would I go? I don't even know If I found myself a limerance of my own Down the yellow road Rushed in syllables If I found myself a limerance of my own Dammit I hate to be the type That sticks to black like parasite Dammit I hate to be the type Cause oh oh oh When the world stays spinning I feel tied And oh oh oh Where’s the Exotic living like in Mumbai And oh oh oh When the world stays spinning I feel tied Then oh oh oh There's a high beam in a low side How would I go? I don't even know If I found myself a limerance of my own Down the yellow road Rushing syllables If I found myself a limerance of my own Still sitting by the fire waiting just a bit in the month of June Sitting by the fire Sitting by the fire Still sitting by the fire waiting just a bit in the month of June Sitting by the fire Sitting by the fire How would I go? I don't even know If I found myself a limerance of my own Down the yellow road Rushing syllables If I found myself a limerance of my own How would I go? I don't even know If I found myself a limerance of my own Down the yellow road Rushing syllables If I found myself a limerance of my own How would I go, I don't even know How would I go, I don't even know How would I go, I don't even know How would I go, I don't even know