Sadie, where are you running?
You give me something,
That I can't swallow.
I wish I could float, I wish I could float.
But every time I fall, I bruise a few bones. Sadie, its no use running.
You're causing trouble,
Too much trouble.
I'm gonna find you
I'm gonna find you
I'm gonna find you
I'm gonna find you
I wish I could float, I wish I could float.
But every time I fall, I bruise a few bones
Writer(s): Bruce Hawes, Joseph Banks Jefferson, Charles Simmons
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