Child is born from the act of love   And woman dies from the act of love   Something ain't right around here      Laugh at a man when he's alive   And then cry for him when he dies   Something ain't right around here      Still I dream of sex, still I dream of sex   Maybe, baby, I don't belong around here   Maybe, baby, I don't fit in around here   Maybe I don't belong and things just got a way too clear      Generation lost in space   Blame it on the old rat race   Something ain't right around here      Staring up at my ceiling fan   It go round and round, yes I am   Wondering what I'm going to do tonight      Still I dream of you, still I dream of you   Maybe, baby, I don't belong around here   Maybe I don't fit in, child I don't fit in around here   Maybe I don't belong in things   It got a way too hunh, hunh, hunh...      Will you be my girl tonight   And can I walk along the beach and hold your hand softly   Mary opened up her arms and said come to me, come to me, come to me      I'm still right here and it' all so clear   Something seems right around here   I'm still right here and it all seems all so clear   Something seems right around round here      Now I dream of you, now I dream of you   Baby, baby, I do belong right here   Maybe, child, I do fit in around here   Maybe I always fit in   My head was just a bit unclear