Text: Drake Bell. Telegraph. Circles.

Here we are at this party
Everything is going down
Music's playing loud
Keep the pressure off my coffee table

Momma said it's not loud
Girls are laughing way too loud
Jock's standing around
Oh damn they look so proud

A dude is spinning records
Like a stupid fool that won't stop
Quiet, quiet, baby
My ears are about to pop

Look who just walked through the door
It's Brian back from the store
To show the party he can break it
Just a little more

Hope there's more to life than this
I'm sure there's more to life than just
Spinning in circles
You got me spinning in circles

Hey there little girl
Haven't seen you for some time
How's life been
Is it good, is it bad, is it fine

Sorry, gotta make my rounds
See you when it dies down
Music so loud
Hell, your voice is drown

Hope there's more to life than this
I'm sure there's more to life than just
Spinning in circles
You got me spinning in circles

Now that the party's over
Hope everybody leaves here sober
Don't forget your lovely coat
I'm so relieved that nothing broke

Whoa whoa, stop right here, what do you know?
She just brought me another one
Just like the other one
Sorry pretty baby, but I think I'm done

You better slow down girl
You look a little wired
I gonna slow down myself
'Cause I'm a little tired

Hope there's more to life than this
Better be more to life than just
Spinning in circles
You got me spinning in circles

You got me spinning in circles
You got me spinning in circles