Mist covers the ground
In the city
 [bad word] quiet
As we drift by

I wish you could see it
Through my crooked eye
Oh your beauty
Plays me just like a guitar string [it's so [bad word] 

I want your touch
Oh how I want you far too much
She my baby
He's my baby

Ahhhhh [x 8]

Days drift into one
It's so pretty
Travelling we'll burys Polly's photofits
And this stolen car
Is loaded with junk
It's so dirty
He'll be the death of me
But that's ok

I want your touch
Oh how I want you far too much
She my baby
He's my baby

Ahhhhh [x 8]