Texty: Sixteen Horsepower. The Denver Grab.

See my love cut down the lane
Sways and grinds oh, that's your play
You treat me like your prayers though I'm alone
Drivin' me to pray, trouble I'm undone

Hold me up, will you be my doll?
Hold me over till the sun come down

I didn't want it no blood is to blame
There's a little fury on me and I'm okay
Don't tell me that you'll descend 'cause
I'm no bedlam, I'm your friend

Hold me up, will you, will you be my doll?
Hold me over till the sun come down

See the girl the girl's alone
See the boy away from home
No you don't tell him nothin' leave well enough alone
Boy, oh boy, the boy's a stone

Hold me up, will you be my doll?
Hold me over till the sun come down