When I work all day
Just the way I like it
Sing a song with a subtle hand
When I need to spike it
And Im living all right
And Im doing ok
Had a lover who was made of sand
And the wind blew him away
But Ive got a good idea..
Dont need to be right
Dont need to be wrong
Been torn with a subtle hand
Thats why I sing this song
Its a rolling ride, oh yeah
That look in your eyes, oh no
Hold me with another hand
Itll be all right