Earfy birfy Bossy, angry Isn't this a perfect love If I could stop the world from Turning round and round and round and round The world turn round and all I see is Eartha, homey, soft and boney Isnt it a simple love Sweet as honey, strangely funny How could i, the mad man dressed in chain Conjure such an angel in my name Arent you the freshness of a dream If only I could protect you from me If only but i fear it will be my fault If ever my dear you act adult And round and round and round and round The world turn round and all i see is Round and round and round and round and round The world turn round and all i see If only you could learn not of manrude If only you could go on in the nude If only but i fear it will be my fault If ever my dear you act adult And sadder though my dear but when im gone And you have a child all of your own And round and round and round and round The world turn round and all i see