Everywhere I go I see your face in the crowd,
in the parking lot, all in the lounge.
Standing on the toilet with the rusted hands,
I say, what is it?
Baby, what is it?
Let go.
Let go.
Let go.
Well, I don't know why you just don't roll.
What is it, baby, that drives you wild?
With
all the local cheroe's around,
they're around me,
never saying a word,
looking hypnotic
and saying, let go.
Let go.
Let go.
Well, I don't know why you just don't.
Well, I don't know why you just can't roll.
Oh.
Well,
I love you,
I go,
I see your face in the crowd,
in the parking lot, all in the lounge.
Standing on the toilet with the rusted hands,
I say,
what is it?
Baby, what is it?
Let go.
Let go.
Let go.
Well, oh,
oh, oh,
let go.
Well, I don't know why you just can't let go.
Let go.
Let go.
Well, I don't know why you just can't let go.