This isn't love It would require too much touching up This isn't love A word like that just isn't rough enough And there's a pair of size sevens k-k-keeping the beat And I'm staring pretty hard but it's not at her feet She caught my glances and she walked right up my way James Brown is dead So, what's the point in pretending Any of us still have some kind of soul? Get it our of your head What's the point in remembering? It's assured that you're not breaking the mold James Brown is dead Oh, something I can't quite find inside myself Love, so I look for it in someone else And there's a pair of size sevens k-k-keeping the beat And I'm staring pretty hard but it's not at her feet She caught my glances and she walked right up my way And there still stuck in my head Every single word she said That breathy jingle James Brown is dead So, what's the point in pretending Any of us still have some kind of soul? Get it our of your head What's the point in remembering? It's assured that you're not breaking the mold James Brown is dead And there still stuck in my head Every single word she said That breathy jingle James Brown is dead So, what's the point in pretending Any of us still have some kind of soul? Get it our of your head What's the point in remembering? It's assured that you're not breaking the mold James Brown is dead James Brown is dead Get it our of your head
