Moved to the city in a broke-down car

And four years, no call

Now I'm looking pretty in a hotel bar

And I, I, I, I, I can't stop

No, I, I, I, I, I can't stop

Reff:

So, baby, pull me closer

In the back seat of your Rover

That I know you can't afford

Editor : Bonifasius Sedu Beribe