Oh so all my lovin' goes
under the fog, fog, fog
and I believed them all
well I'm just a poor little baby
'cause well I believed them all
Oh so while you're growing old
under the gun, gun, gun
and I believed them all
well I'm just one poor baby
'cause well I believed them all
[Pre-chorus]
I wish I could buy back
the woman you stole
[Chorus]
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, high 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' goes
under the fog, fog, fog
and I believed them all
well I'm just a poor little baby
'cause well I believed them all
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