I was born by the railroad tracks. Well the train whistle wailed and I wailed right back. Well papa left mama when I was quite young. He said now "One of these days you're gonna follow me son". .
Ooh pretty baby what you doin' to me. The way your kisses burn right through me. I don't think I can last much longer. I get weaker and my love gets stronger. I don't think that my heart can take