home for a while, in a bungalow and tile, so she want me launch in the sky, she hug me
up with a smile, no waste no time from the bed to the tile, in a R-style a di style,
love me profile a di style a di style, from you call me a drive a hundred mile, girl
tell me a take you out a exile, run with the boyhood upon the X-file, and take up
your phone and dial, call me if you a think bout me