burn, mona lisa

Snow is coming down like rain, I'm at it myself again. A little tired, even more confused.. Come on, baby, don't be shy, you can say what make you high. I'll see the way you'll be lying. I don't need anybody when I'm down. I don't really find it hard to get around, I'll find my own. way back to town. Oh, no, you tell me how I need to be, that ain't up to anybody else but me. [ mobile ]