Circles

Round and round and round and round . . .
I don't question the magnitude of the hype
You're a star, you're a lover, you light my pipe
So come on over here, baby, I think you know my type
My God, this love is ripe
Riper than a storm cloud ready to pour
Better than the definition of adore
Better than it was just a minute before
'Cause every second I love you more
So I think I'll go in circles
When I touch you there
Little circles
Underneath your hair
More than your legs and your ass
Honey, it's you in the grass
Yeah I know, boys, she's quite a lass
A million dollars, Ed?
No thanks, I'll pass
I'd rather go in circles
When I touch you there
Little circles
Underneath your hair
And if I really wanna find the love that's in your heart
I won't have to look far
'Cause my happiness is where you are
That's what I'm talkin' about
I'll pass out like a dizzy weed
I'll pass out from too much greed
Give me your field, I'm gonna sow my seed
Yeah, that's what I need
Like I need to go in circles
When I touch you there
Little circles
Underneath your hair

And if I really wanna find the love that's in your heart
I won't have to look far
'Cause my happiness is right where you are
(All of your life)
Going around my head, getting in my way
(I see you drawing a face)
I see 'em flying in my eyes, everywhere I see them

And
Two, three, four
Oooooo
Circles all around
Circles all around

Go in circles when I touch you there
Little circles underneath your hair

Circles all around, circles all around, circles all around . . .