wildside, wildside. No telling what I might find, might find. No stopping 'cause it feels right, feels right. I'm living on the. Ooh, ooh. On the wildside, wildside. So ready, now it's my time, my time. No
The darkness was creeping away. It fled from the sun, as it rose upon the view. In this morning light, by the riverside. In the ghetto, she was born. . It's labour lost on the wildside. 'Cause