Saw her at the counter
Of the all night cafe
In the early morning hour
She looked so out of place
Dressed in lace and linen
She was faded light
Looked across the table with a question on her face
A feeling within told me this could lead to something wrong
She begged of me to come along
And I heard the echoes of a song
It's got me turning round and round and round and round, around
It’s got me turning round and round and round and round, around
Raised the cup of coffee to her ruby lips
And shot an arrow through me with those emerald eyes
Gave me the directions to her hideaway
But she didn't tell me about the danger there
A feeling within told me this could lead to something wrong
She begged of me to come along
And I heard the echoes of a song
It's got me turning round and round and round and round, around
It’s got me turning round and round and round and round, around
It's got me turning round and round and round and round, around
It's got me turning round and round and round and round, around
A feeling within told me this could lead to something wrong
She begged of me to come along
And I heard the echoes of a song
It's got me turning round and round and round and round, around
It's got me turning round and round and round and round, around
It's got me turning round and round and round and round, around
It's got me turning round and round and round and round, around
It's got me turning round and round, around
It’s got me turning round and round and round and round
And round and round and round and round
And round and round and round and round
And round and round and round and round
Turn Around was written by Bill Wadhams.
Turn Around was produced by John Ryan.