West Ryder Silver Bullet

Mist covers the ground
In the city
Engine rumbles quiet
As we drift by I wish you could see it Through my crooked eye
Oh your beauty
Plays me just like a guitar string
I want your touch
Oh how I want you far too much
She my baby
He’s my baby
Ahhhhh
Days drift into one
It’s so pretty
Travelling we’ll burys Polly’s photofits
And this stolen car
Is loaded with junk
It’s so dirty
He’ll be the death of me But that’s ok I want your touch
Oh how I want you far too much
She my baby
He’s my baby