Swimming With The Kids

I can't deny the fact that you know me better than I do,
it doesn't matter 'cos I know that you say that I'm a fool, better than the best.
But if you only tell me that you love me, I don't give a damn.
(Swimming with the kids)

A sunny day 'n' I'm feeling kinda guilty if I'm not going out,
if I'm not going anywhere.
Go ahead if you wanna play dead
'cos I don't give a damn.
(Swimming with the kids)

A broken heart can be fixed with love,
A broken heart can be fixed with love,
A broken heart can be fixed with love.

Slow down, feet off the ground,
Everybody can come around.
Here I am, in control,
I know they won't let me down.
Slow down, feet off the ground,
Everybody can come along.
Here I am I'm swimming with,
here I am I'm swimming with the kids.

Back to the scene, go mad with the groove,
Yo if I miss it there's nothing you can do.
Own fault if you think too slow
'cos I don't give a damn.
(Swimming with the kids)

So if you really don't wanna leave the bed,
I'll take a step back and let you play dead.
I ain't sure what this song is about,
But I'm sure I don't give a damn.

Pick it up, Mr Love is on the line,
Pick it up, Mr Love is on the line,
Pick it up, Mr Love is on the line.

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