The Mischief of Cloud Six

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 

 [Chorus] 

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 Thanks to Razvan