I'll never want transit bus, I lean my arm into the little chink of sunI went somewhere older than I was, strapped into something tight, keeping me smallI dug into you like rock climbing, too scared of going up, too scared of coming down, too scared of rock faceI should've split my sides, or spilled my guts, or hit you or something, but I was goodAnd your father's little pancake's so round and perfect, and me sitting up too straightLaughing in wrong places, kissing you, kissing up, kissing too soonOoh, when the cock crows, when the morning comes, where will I go?Ooh, when the cock crows, when the love is gone, where will I go?When you got me pregnant, I stopped the party and I stopped the typewriterAnd I stopped your dumb ball game and the red barn and I stopped your father and bled insteadAnd I felt the love, oh, something sticky on the inside, a bitter wind in my throatOh, stopping me wanting in my stomach, in my headAnd you said, sugar, sugar, you can't calm downSugar, sugar, you got your money, motherSugar, sugar, you can't taste itSugar, sugar, you're not my throneOoh, when the cock crows, when the morning comes, where will I go?Ooh, when the cock crows, when the love is gone, where will I go?Sugar, sugar, you can't calm downSugar, sugar, you got your money, motherSugar, sugar, you can't taste itSugar, sugar, you're not my throneSugar, sugar, you got your money, motherSugar, sugar, you can't taste itOoh, when the cock crows, when the morning comes, where will I go?Ooh, when the cock crows, when the love is gone, where will I go?Sugar, sugar, you can't calm downSugar, sugar, you can't taste itSugar, sugar, you can't taste itSugar, sugar, you can't taste itSugar, sugar, you can't taste itSugar, sugar, you can't taste itSugar, sugar, you can't taste itSugar, sugar, you can't taste itSugar, sugar, you can't taste itOkay.Thanks for being so great. Thanks for coming out on a cold, rainy night.