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

Days drift into one
It's so pretty
Traveling we'll burys Polly's photo fits
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

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Writer(s): SERGIO PIZZORNO