All the way back home
I thought about the way you said you were good
And it's like too much sugar in the apple pie
It hurts my teeth, leaves a bad taste in my mouth
Whistle and I'll come to you, my friend
Call me when you feel like it's the end
Don't be shy just 'cause you feel like dying
Don't be sly and start that happy lying
Whistle and I'll come to you, my friend
Call me when you feel like it's the end
Don't be shy just 'cause you feel like dying
Don't be sly
