Tookah

Take me down to corner of a million miles Where time is a waste of time Find me a pleasant tomb And a wishing bone to be left alone with I'll be waiting by the phone line Tookah, you're mine Said the girl you left her so divine Woah, woah Come down to the corner of my pain It's been rigged, yeah anyway I've been a lonesome babe more than I ever told And breathe Oh, your mind is a pleasure tomb Drifting along the gold, gold, golden Latch your senses override-ride Tookah, you're mine Said the girl you left her so divine Tookah, mine Woah And breathe, oh your mind is a pleasure tomb Drifting along the gold, gold, golden