All through the night
I'll be awake
And I'll be with you
All
I come home in the morning light
My mother says, "When
You talk of sweeties bashful sweeties
I've got one of those
Oh
Went down to the local gypsy
And I handed her the
We-hell-I see him every night in tight blue jeans--
In the
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick and
When u were mine
I gave u all of my money
Time
You're sorry now
And you'll change some how--
And I am what
Through the burning sun
And the driving rain
Over the sea
And across
