Grab your hat and fetch a camera. Go on, film the world before it happens. Sunk the glow and drowned in covers, Send for all your absent lovers things. Sheepish wolves. Looking lived in eating buttons,

But in my mind were somewhere in my car And it's raining hard on the streetlight glow You got your lips on mine, its gasoline on fire I never will forget, you grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head And your fingertips slide up and down my back

'Cause, oh, my Wants none of that noon glow 'Bout eight PM, it's mayhem Do I get to pet her there Grab me some glow Luring every lad about While leaving me moaning low Oh, Firefly, why can't I Latch on to you know how