All the way back home I thought about the way you said you were good And it´s like too much sugar in the apple pie It hurts my teeth, leaves a bad taste in my mouth
Whistle and I´ll come to you, my friend Call me when you feel like it´s the end Don´t be shy just ´cause you feel like dying Don´t be sly and start that happy lying
Whistle and I´ll come to you, my friend Call me when you feel like it´s the end Don´t be shy just ´cause you feel like dying Don´t be sly