Jennifer Van Der Knapp

oh so all my lovin' go's
under the fog fog fog
and i will leave them all
well i'm just a poor little baby
cause well i believe them all

oh so while your growing old
under the gun gun gun
and i believe them all
well i'm just one poor baby
cause well i believe 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, out of 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' go's
under the fog fog fog
and i believe them all
well i'm just a poor little baby
cause well i believe them all

i wish i could buy back
the woman you stole

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.