Mist covers the ground. In the city. Engine rumbles 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 true]. 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. BY DAANI!