Y Control

Oh so all my lovin' goes

under the fog, fog, fog

and I believed them all

well I'm just a poor little baby

'cause well I believed them all

Oh so while you're growing old

under the gun, gun, gun

and I believed them all

well I'm just one poor baby

'cause well I believed 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

So all my lovin' goes

under the fog, fog, fog

and I believed them all

well I'm just a poor little baby

'cause well I believed them all