Alright

Ahh, feels good to be home Oh she's driving round With a buttercup face Oh she's lounging round Too hard to find a pace 'Cos you're looking way too fine in your white dress, baby alright Oh her skin's so soft Softer than my own face Oh I'm sorry baby For all the things that I've done But my pockets are empty Oh I'm sorry baby For all the things that I've done But my pockets are empty Cos she's walking round With a buttercup face Oh the lights are dim Floating into space 'Cos she's looking pretty fine in her white dress, baby alright And her eyes are so soft Softer than my own taste 'Cos I'm sorry baby For all the things that I've done But my pockets are empty 'Cos I'm sorry baby For all the things that I've done But my pockets are empty I'm so [?] sorry baby I'm so [?] sorry baby I'm so [?] sorry baby I'm so [?] sorry baby I'm so [?] sorry baby I'm so [?] sorry baby Well I'm sorry baby For all the things that I've done But my pockets are empty Oh I'm sorry baby For all the things that I've done But my pockets are empty