Child is born from the act of love

And woman dies from the act of love

Something ain't right around here



Laugh at a man when he's alive

And then cry for him when he dies

Something ain't right around here



Still I dream of sex, still I dream of sex

Maybe, baby, I don't belong around here

Maybe, baby, I don't fit in around here

Maybe I don't belong and things just got a way too clear



Generation lost in space

Blame it on the old rat race

Something ain't right around here



Staring up at my ceiling fan

It go round and round, yes I am

Wondering what I'm going to do tonight



Still I dream of you, still I dream of you

Maybe, baby, I don't belong around here

Maybe I don't fit in, child I don't fit in around here

Maybe I don't belong in things

It got a way too hunh, hunh, hunh...



Will you be my girl tonight

And can I walk along the beach and hold your hand softly

Mary opened up her arms and said come to me, come to me, come to me



I'm still right here and it' all so clear

Something seems right around here

I'm still right here and it all seems all so clear

Something seems right around round here



Now I dream of you, now I dream of you

Baby, baby, I do belong right here

Maybe, child, I do fit in around here

Maybe I always fit in

My head was just a bit unclear