| I can't mend, | |
| A falling star or a broken angel, | |
| I don't pretend, | |
| That loving you is an easy thing, | |
| You might say, | |
| That the plans we made were a guide for living, | |
| Don't make sense, | |
| When being kind is left behind... | |
| Chorus :- | |
| Spin the record round and round, | |
| We're getting lost inside the sound, | |
| Keeping me from falling down... | |
| We all need some basic, | |
| B, A, S, I guess I, C, | |
| Love, trust, simple bare necessities, | |
| We all need some basic, | |
| B, A, S, I guess that's me, | |
| Remember the message, girl, | |
| Simple as hey 1, 2, 3... | |
| Don't look down, | |
| Where you fall, I will follow, | |
| Don't turn around, | |
| Just look before you're taken in, | |
| Some might say, | |
| Feeling fine's a state of mind... | |
| Repeat Chorus | |
| Here in New York, | |
| Is simply where we gotta be, | |
| We can ride on, | |
| And just do it basically, | |
| It's gotta be! | |
| Here we go again, | |
| We're getting through the love surrender, | |
| This is now the end, | |
| Forgetting you is what I do... | |
| Repeat Chorus |