The traffic breeze, it blows us slowly
Will I lay inside a hundred maidens?
Will I smell you again today?
Strychnine water fought to drown me
The lonely early morning canteen strolling
The fire on my inside fought to drown me
And I'm a little problem through
And I'm a little spent too
Was I born afire or set on fire?
The question newly sought was found to me
And I'm a little problem through
And I'm a little spent too
Strychnine water fought to drown me
Will I lay inside a hundred maidens?
Will I smell you again today?
And I'm a little problem through
And I'm a little spent too