8 Track - Dada

She pours like red wine

Into me

She crawls like green vine

Wraps around me endlessly

She floats above me

Without strings

She tries to love me

As she loves everything

Yeah, I really believe she tries to love me

But in the meantime

Baby’s got an 8 track mind

Baby’s got an 8 track mind

Baby’s got an 8 track mind

And I’m number, I’m number…

She plays her records

In the sun

She’s warping my mind

Likes to keep me on the run

She burns her candles

In my hand

She wants to know me

Doesn’t want to understand

Yeah, I really believe she wants to know me

In the meantime

Baby’s got an 8 track mind

Baby’s got an 8 track mind

Baby’s got an 8 track mind

And I’m number 9

I’m number 9

Baby’s got an 8 track mind

Baby’s got an 8 track mind

Baby’s got an 8 track mind

And I’m number 9

I’m number 9

I’m number 9

I’m number 9 (aah)

Oh, oh, oh, oh (hah-oh, hah-oh, hah-oh, hah-oh)

Oh, oh, oh, oh (hah-oh, hah-oh, hah-oh, hah-oh)