It's me again your worthless friend or foe I somehow let that lovely creature down Horsin' around, horsin' around Some things we check and double check and lose I guess I let that little vow get lost Forgettin' the cost, forgettin' the cost
Quick to forgive and so slow to blame, the very thought fills me with shame But that didn't stop it happening
The thrill of it - can I call it that ? - was cheap And feeling cheap's the only thing you keep It's so unsightly to walk from her arms so lightly Selling it all up the swanee
Horsin' around's a serious business, last thing you'd want somebody to witness I was the fool who always presumed that I'd wear the shoes and you'd be the doormat You wonder why my hands are still shaking : In need of a cry the shoulders are taken...
I deserve to be kicked so badly You deserve more than I sold you for Horsin' around, horsin' around
The moral is whatever else you learn You shouldn't let that lovely creature down Lord just blind me, don't let her innocent eyes remind me Selling it all up the swanee Horsin' around, horsin' around.
Compositor: Paddy McaloonEditores: April Music Ltd (PRS), Soul Kitchens Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 1985 (01/Fev)ECAD verificado obra #1325834 e fonograma #16853836 em 12/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM