Текст песни Spinning

Sweet Gene, the village queen, all your friends are just a tad obscene The yeast? To be a Catholic priest, or discrimination suit at the very least (let Oprah tell us all about it...) My head is spinning but I never touch the ground I'm moving on Oh my, the alibis, no one sins without a reason why No blame, we're all the same, and everyone's a victim in this no fault game (let Jerry tell us all about it...) My head is spinning but I never tough the ground, I'm moving on! Chorus: Ou...Ah... Well I'm spinnin'... Ou...Ah... Ya! I'm spinnin'... Ou...Ah... Oh! I'm spinnin'... Ou...Ah... Well I'm spinnin'... Ou... Boo Hoo! I'm done with you! My head is crowded from your points of view We are the same! We're all to blame! All your whining's just a cryin' shame! (let Jesus tell us all about it...) My head is spinning but I never tough the ground, I'm moving on! Chorus Ou...Ah... Well I'm spinnin'... Ou...Ah... Ya! I'm spinnin'... Ou...Ah... Oh! I'm spinnin'... Ou...Ah... Well I'm spinnin'... Ou...