Orphanage Fraternity - Second-Hand Symphony

Everybody's got themselves a song
Something that your heart
Can sing along
It cuts like a knife
Through the rhythm of life
And I'm about to lose my head

Oh baby, you're my song

You got a little Latin beat from your head to your feet
You're super psychedelic
You're a classical treat
You're rock n' roll crazy
Rhythm and blues
A mustang Sally in blue suede shoes
Simple like folk, you're a lyrical joke
I see you reggae rasta ramblin' when you're having a toke

My genre is endless, my soul is split up
My voice is getting restless and my mind is made up

Everybody's got themselves a song
Something that your heart
Can sing along
It cuts like a knife
Through the rhythm of life
And I'm about to lose my head

Oh baby, you're my song
Get me

Punctually late like Thelonius jazz
Oh, you keep my tongue tied
Tongue tied

Written by:
Craig Fountain, Frank Sherwood

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