I prepared a samba circle just for her
But if she doesn't dance
That's her problem
I gave a sure bet just for her
But if she doesn't play
That's her problem
That's her problem
That's her problem
That's her problem

I'm tired of wandering around
Enjoying what isn't real
Worried about making moves that make sense
But the thing is, I'm so sure
That no one tells me
Who I am, what I should do
And what I haven't done

I set aside a piece of cake just for her
But if she doesn't taste it
That's her problem
I invented a Sunday in the week just for her
If she goes to work
That's her problem
That's her problem
That's her problem
That's her problem
That's her problem

I'm tired of wandering around
Enjoying what isn't real
Worried about making moves that make sense
But the thing is, I'm so sure
That no one tells me
Who I am, what I should do
And what I haven't done

I bought clothes, sandals, and shoes just for her
But if she doesn't wear them, that's her problem
I invented a Sunday in the week just for her
If she goes to work
That's her problem
That's her problem
That's her problem
That's her problem
That's her problem

I'm tired of wandering around
Enjoying what isn't real
Worried about making moves that make sense
But the thing is, I'm so sure
That no one tells me
Who I am, what I should do
And what I haven't done

I set aside a piece of cake just for her
But if she doesn't taste it
That's her problem
I rented a Ferris wheel just for her
But if she doesn't ride it
That's her problem
That's her problem
That's her problem
That's her problem
Only hers

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