Pretty little girl,
You're always on my mind
That's where I saw you first
Where I see you all the time
Pressed against the floor
I swear I feel you there
Your legs wrapped round my waist
My fingers through your hair

It feels so right

According to the newspaper
The world's gone postal
A couple of guys got the whole world in choke holds
Made a world of money and made it go broke
CITY FOR SALE
See what they bought it with?
Couple of drums of oil, no problem.
Countries out of line? Start bombing them.
It's like the world's got a drinking problem.

...and I thought I could ask you out...
In the end it will all work out,
Wonder why?

If fire is the forecast for our lives,
Then we will be the rain
Girl stand, I offer you my hand
Please feel the reign
No more shame
No pain
No doubt
I know somehow it will all work out
Then I'll sing your name for all my days
You have me.

Precious little girl
You're always on my mind
I see you in my dreams
So now I'm dreaming all the time
Pressed against the floor
Society so bare
You were protesting the war
With a ribbon in your hair

You feel so right

We got a CITY FOR SALE
Come and see what they bought it with
A couple of drums of oil,
No problem.
It's like the world has got a cocaine problem
Countries out of line
Start bombing them
Things change
Fortune and Fame
Hope to god they don't stay the same
Don't know how they're ever gonna change
All I know is when I sing, your face

...I thought I could wear you around as my bride...
In the end it will all work out
Praise the night

If fire is the forecast for our lives
Then be the rain
Stand
I offer you my hand
And all of my heart
I want you to know,
No more pain
No shame
No doubt
I know somehow it will all work out
Until I offer you my hand
Sing in the rain,
You have me.

I'll be the rain