Virginia on the bumper
Poppies on the verge
The pattern on your jumper
Your january purge
Black ink scuttle south
On your mind and in your mouth
Into the wild streets of georgia
Pop your head out of your shell
From your head down to your toes
Just keep following your nose
You're doing better than you know
Black ink scuttle south
On your mind and in your mouth
Never pretend you could ignore her
