Waiting in line trembling looking aroundnthink I'm ready to sweat it out,nthis journey's been done plenty of timesnsays the crowd behind me as I sit downneveryone is with me ready to ridenI just close my eyes as I hold on tightnSlowly I unravel this huge thrill,nas I look around she's taking her pillnnervous, frantic, dizzy, she only hidesnMy friend's on the ride that the little kids ride.nnSomeone used to miss her badly,nnow she's all alonenRound and round she's going nowherenup and down I go.nnAnd I don't know exactly what's happening to her, yeahnMaybe a good rollercoaster ride would have helped her, yeahnnThat little girl is so afraid to trynthat she's always keeping closed eyesnno one's made her look aroundntill I screamed you've got to get outnnOn this ride I'm looking at her as she twirls on bynhere she goes again right past the same old type of guynnAnd I don't know exactly what's happening to her, yeahnMaybe a good rollercoaster ride would have helped her, yeahnnAnd is this one of her little precious depressions, yeahnNot knowing just precisely how to accommodate her, yeahnnY se da vueltas y vueltas, ella se envuelve, ella se revuelve