Oh so all my loving goes under the fog, fog, fog and I will leave them all
Well I'm just a poor little baby 'cause well I believe them all
Oh so while you're growing old under the gun, gun, gun and I believe them all
Well I'm just one poor baby 'cause well I believe them all
I wish I could buy back the woman you stole
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
Oh so all my loving goes under the fog, fog, fog and I believe them all
Well I'm just a poor little baby 'cause well I believe them all
I wish I could buy back the woman you stole
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
