I met your son last nite on the steps of the museum
Selling ecstacy and weed to all the children
He looked so much like you
I just had to ask him his name
You didn't know I was here working on this poetry
It had been a while since you heard anything about me
I bet you thought that I was dead
After my tour in Germany
Run to me darlin
Run to me darlin
I'll hold you
Run to me darlin
Run to me darlin
I'll hold you
Mmm hmmm