All the cocaine in Colombia
Couldn't make you come
Couldn't make you come
Couldn't make you come
To me, to me, to me

And it's a sad, sad sight
All the scattered white debris
All over Talking Book
Did that even get a look in?
As you dance around the room with glee

All the MDMA from Manchester
To Manchester, Tennessee
Couldn't make you numb
Couldn't make you numb
To me, to me, to me

And it's a sad sight
That Stevie will never see
As you will never come running
Back to me, to mе, to me
Couldn't make you come
Couldn't makе you come
Couldn't make you come
Back to me, to me, to me