Tekster: Smoking Popes. Get Fired. Off My Mind.

Baby, I just can't get you off my mind
I'd hang out with you all the time
If I didn't have to work

Maybe I should think about giving that up too

Baby, you're all that I need to live
And I got so much to give
Let's throw the world away

Close your eyes
It's too late to say goodbyes

Baby, now you are the only thing
That every morning brings
So don't let me down