I'm gonna ride you Gonna ride you out like a witch on a broom I'm gonna ride you Gonna ride you out like a witch on a broom It's the old give and take
It doesn't matter what I say So long as I sing with inflection That makes you feel that I'll convey Some inner truth of vast reflection But I've said
I pick up my smile put it in my pocket Hold it for a while try not to have to drop it Men are not to cry so how am I to stop it Keep it all inside don