And if I ever drive you mild, and

Suffering this open kiss

And I'm barely juvenile

When everyone is outrageous,

And I alone will be sleeping through

The afternoon

And if I ever drive your style, and

Suffering your day predicted

With no ability to rile

And every yawn in contagious

And I alone will be sleeping through

The afternoon

I should drive you mild

ever drive you mild

ever drive you mild

ever drive you mild