Now, some people come
Some people go
I'm a revolving door
Most people never come back
Thats what I get for being at Nordstrom's store
I got couple windows and brass hinges
In and out
Out and in
Round and round again

I live a life these plastic doors
Would love to be living
Since I've been made
I been surrounded by by homeless children
And they slip in me
And crack me
The unforgivin
Still theres somthing missing
Cuz deep inside
I'm suffering of a spilled soda condition
Wishing I could find a janitor
That would wash it away
>From the complaining of the costomers
And the everyday part I play
Tell me why swing low
Why not say no
When I got kids smearing up my windows
People get food to go
They drop it on the ground
And leave it there
Bother picking it up? NO.
I'm highly advanced
And got the technology to spin
With any motion sensed
Toss out any stones
And I more than hold my own
They call me just a door on loan
I hit their toes and make 'em moan
Yes, I'm the one
Between this glass I amaze and stun
Ain't no need for me to brag 'bout the way I'm hung
Lets just say I got the skills
To puncture the strongest guys lung
Or to take a little girl
And fling her on the ground, stunned.

Now some people come
Some people go
I'm a revolving door
Most people never come back
Thats what I get for being at Nordstrom's store
I got a couple glass windows and brass hinges
In and out
Out and in
Round and round again