Oh, my girl, yes I'm gonna slowly turn my insides [bad word] over you
And if, if you were a daisy, thirsting for a fix I'd gladly be the dew

No more lost girls walking from you
No more sickness sleeping in you
No more fools spit judgements on you
No more dead birds raining on you

Oh, my girl, yes I wanna smile, laughing, coughing sunshines over you
If, if you were a daisy, thirsting for a fix I'd gladly be the dew

No more lost girls walking from you
No more sickness sleeping in you
No more fools spit judgements on you
No more dead birds raining on you
No more black clouds hanging around
No more black clouds hanging around
No more black clouds hanging around
No more black clouds hanging around