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