I Turn Slowly Around Songtext

von Bob Hillman

I walked a mile in your apartment yesterday
Whistling labor tunes and plotting larceny
The choice is always strike or steal
Without a miracle or some gigantic heist
We'll be forced to live on water and crushed ice
Just when I am making plans
Like some fine, upstanding man
I think suddenly of you
One things that is true

That's when I turn
I turn slowly around and I see you

Combing through your family albums I could see
A well-adjusted girl and a happy family
Everyone is having so much fun
There can never be a healthy solstice where
People languish in uncomfortable chairs
The anachronistic rules
Come from English public schools
When I fantasize with tact
I would have you back

That's when I turn
I turn slowly around and I see you

I parked my nose against the window through the day
Watching little league and wishing I could play
I occupied the owners' box
There was happiness and all that sort of thing
I drank a beer to celebrate the rights of spring
While I hurled armchair catcalls
Prayed for errant foul balls
I was suddenly aware
Of someone standing there

That's when I turn
I turn slowly around and I see you

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