Me oh my
Did you hear my boy on the radio tonight
Feel them airwaves swooning
He must’ve got the nod from up on high
Set the floorboards grooving
And he don’t have to sing, he don’t push his line
His voice is the colour of the creeping tide
He swaggers like a villain in the midday sun
Whispers sweet nothings when the fighting’s done
It’s a poor man’s silhouette, ya hear
His pitter patter breaths all in my ears
Ohhhhh keep your eyes off mine
Ohhhhh oh me oh my, I done won the mystery prize
I might let her brush the back of your hand
Even taste you if it’s all you can stand
But if she tries to pocket any of the morning
I was born under a splitting sky
and the ocean all swarming
Ohhhhh keep your eyes off mine
Ohhhhh oh me oh my, I done won the mystery prize