Oh so all my lovin' goes under the fog, fog, fog and I believed them all well I'm just a poor little baby 'cause well I believed them all Oh so while you're growing old under the gun, gun, gun and I believed them all well I'm just one poor baby 'cause well I believed them all I wish I could buy back the woman you stole Y-control, Y-control you walk, walk, walk, walk, walk my winners out of control, out of control you walk, walk, walk, walk, walk my winners out of control, high control you walk, walk, walk, walk, walk my winners out of control, out of control you walk, walk, walk, walk, walk my winners out So all my lovin' goes under the fog, fog, fog and I believed them all well I'm just a poor little baby 'cause well I believed them all