Talk about a jumble...

I say yeah, yeah (repeat)

You're not a number nine, little could o'mine
You're blocking the sun, it's a troubling sign
I can't understand, why I am at your command

If only six was nine; this ain't what I planned

Walk the dog in a park, we did it in the dark

But now it looks like rain and the girls go awry
Hanging tears out to dry, it's a tactical warning
Not a single fair morning ever catching my eyes


Chorus:
Hey, hey, what I say

You gotta, you gotta
Hey, hey, what I say
You gotta, gotta, gotta

Hey, hey what I say
You gotta get away
Hey, hey, what I say


Gypsy maiden of the meadow painted a number on my palm
Her soft whisper caressing my ear, "you'll never leave cloud nine"

I can't understand, why I am at your command
If only six was nine; this ain't what I planned


I am a black cloud man, yeah, you work on your tan
Your jealous dedication making things worse
I can't even converse. To my frustration

The phones took a vacation. They know I'm cursed

[Chorus]


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