Sitting in the labour
Where no-one’s very pally
I try to love my neighbour
But wind up loving Allie
She makes me joy she makes me sing
Allie you’re my everything!
We shall fly, head to the south
Where things are hot and nature’s deep
Where love and desire never sleep...
Umbrella, protect the precious head,
Shoulders that bare the care of many things
I love her! She holds all the strings...
