Written by Arthur Mountaniol

I can’t stop thinking of my baby
Walking in the rain
What if she fucks another guy
And my love’s in vain

There must be some cute motherfucker
Who she might adore
I’m squashing mud and dirt in pain
What if she’s a whore?

If you touch my baby
You’ve gotta deal right with me
And I won’t be a stranger
To crime and felony
I don’t wanna wake up
Don’t you break my dream
Coz I’m without my baby
So, so grim

Can’t recognize my face in a mirror
I must look like shit
I used to be, be, be not that ugly
When we first met

What’s happened to her, she has changed
She never calls back
She wants me probably to die
Or become a slizzy fag