Roll it, rock it, roll it in the socket. Roll, roll it, roll, roll it. Feel it, can you feel it, all night, all right. Oh burn it, rock it, moving in the socket.
by Eric Clapton and Marcy Levy. . I was a child born so free;. It seems that time has put age on me.. And when I grow old, will I once again find. All of those sweet, innocent times?.