The Worrying Kind

Mmm…
Moves – I like to make 'em
Grooves – I like to shake 'em
Shake 'em 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 like to shake 'em
Shake 'em 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 old 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 won't care
I'm just a silly old boy with my head in the can
Just a mortal with potential of a superman
But what sense does it make
When I feel like a fake
When I'm saying to you all: be good for goodness sake?
Yoohoo… aha ooh…
Words – I like to break 'em
Words – I like to shake 'em
Shake 'em from my troublesome mind
And why? – Heaven knows, it's a joke, I suppose
But baby, I'm the worrying kind
Yeah
So if you see me somewhere
With that glassy old 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 won't care
I'm just a silly old boy with my head in the can
Just a mortal with potential of a superman
But what sense does it make
When I feel like a fake
When I'm saying to you all: be good for goodness sake?
Yoohoo… aha ooh…
Oh, words – I like to break 'em
Words – I like to shake 'em
Shake 'em from my troublesome mind
And why? – Heaven knows, it's a joke, I suppose
But baby, I'm the worrying kind
And you turn up your nose
And you say it's a pose
But baby, I'm the worrying kind
Yeah, sometimes I'm blind
I'm juѕt out of my mind
Baby, I'm the worrying kind
Oh yeah
Oh… oh… oh yeаh