Hanging Around Songtext
von The Supernaturals

She′s my taxi controller
She controls me like a chess man
46 Hawthorn Street
If you go there, that'd be so sweet

And when I wake in the morning
Grab my fuzzy dice
And my car keys
And there′s no fake calls
Or potholes
When she speaks

She wouldn't look at me twice
But that's alright
She wouldn′t look at me twice
But that′s alright

She's got me hanging around
She′s got me hanging around
She's got me hanging around
She′s got me hanging around


Her voice calms me
When I'm stressed out about a pickup
And I can hear on the microphone
When she closes her bag with the make-up

And when I wake in the morning
Grab my fuzzy dice
And my car keys
And there′s no fake calls
Or potholes
When she speaks

She wouldn't look at me twice
But that's alright
She wouldn′t look at me twice
But that′s alright

She's got me hanging around
She′s got me hanging around
She's got me hanging around
She′s got me hanging around

She wouldn't look at me twice
But that′s alright
She wouldn't look at me twice
But that's alright
That′s alright


She′s got me hanging around
She's got me hanging around
She′s got me hanging around
She's got me hanging around