The worrying kind

The Worrying Kind - The Ark

Moves, I like to make them
Grooves, I like to shake them
Shake me from my troublesome mind

Cause sometimes you'll find that I'm out of my mind
You see baby, I'm the worrying kind

Words, I like to break 'em
Words I'd like to shake 'em
Shake them from my troublesome mind

And you turn up your nose
It's a joke you suppose
But baby, I'm the worrying kind

So if you see me somewhere
With that glassy ol' stare
And the panic and fear in my eyes
Don't call for first aid or the fire brigade
Or the local police cause they wont care
I'm just a silly old boy with my head in the can
I'm just a mortal with potential of a superman
But what sense does it make