Mr. Softee

This street sat around me
I can see you inside calling me
I can see you inside calling me

Last week, when you hung around me
I can see you inside calling me
I can see you inside calling me

Next week, I bet you'll run around me
I can see you inside calling me
I can see you inside calling me

Now the weak and gentle older me
Is thinking 'bout your insides as they cover me
Thinking 'bout your insides as they ruin me