Mischief Of Cloud 6 (Bob Sinclar & Gary Pine/Dollarman Remix)
Talk about a jumble...
I say yeah, yeah (repeat) You're not a number nine, little could o'mine You're blocking the sun, it's a troubling sign I can't understand, why I am at your command If only six was nine; this ain't what I planned
Walk the dog in a park, we did it in the dark But now it looks like rain and the girls go awry Hanging tears out to dry, it's a tactical warning Not a single fair morning ever catching my eyes
Chorus: Hey, hey, what I say You gotta, you gotta Hey, hey, what I say You gotta, gotta, gotta Hey, hey what I say You gotta get away Hey, hey, what I say
Gypsy maiden of the meadow painted a number on my palm Her soft whisper caressing my ear, "you'll never leave cloud nine" I can't understand, why I am at your command If only six was nine; this ain't what I planned
I am a black cloud man, yeah, you work on your tan Your jealous dedication making things worse I can't even converse. To my frustration The phones took a vacation. They know I'm cursed