Well nighttime let her through. Yeah I'm talking to you. I wanna see her. Oh precious little thing. With eyes that dance around. Without their clothes. So buy a pretty dress. Wear it out tonight. For anyone you think. Could outdo me. Or better still. Be my winding wheel. 'cause I feel just like a map. Without a single place to go of interest. And I'm further north and south. If I could shut my mouth. She'd probably like this. So buy a pretty dress. Wear it out tonight. For all the boys you think. Could outdo me. Or better still. Be my winding wheel. Be my winding wheel. Well the children laugh and sing. A song that ushers in her driving rain. And I'm standing in the station. Like some old record waiting on a train. So buy a pretty dress. Wear it out tonight. For anyone you think. Could outdo me. Or better still. Be my winding wheel. Be my winding wheel. Be my winding wheel