You, you, you think about me all the time. But you, you, you only tell my friends. That you, you, you know, you are my kind. But you, you, you turn away my smile.
Oh, now, want to be free. . Tired fe lick weed in a bush. Tired fe lick pipe in a gully. We want to come out in the open. Where the breeze can blow it so far away.