Oh so all my lovin' go's
under the fog fog fog
and i will leave them all
well i'm just a poor little baby
cause well i will leave them all
oh so while your growing old
under the gun gun gun
and i will leave them all
well i'm just one poor baby
cause well i will leave them all
i wish i could buy back
the woman you stole
Y-control, Y-control
you walk, walk, walk, walk, walk my winners
out of control, out of control
you walk, walk, walk, walk, walk my winners
out of control, out of control
you walk, walk, walk, walk, walk my winners
out of control, out of control
you walk, walk, walk, walk, walk my winners out
so all my lovin' go's
under the fog fog fog
and i will leave them all
well i'm just a poor little baby
cause well i will leave them all