Vanilla O’Lay

You treated me like a schoolgirl lover Never did follow any rules And into your arms I'm runnin' for cover All of my strings are tied to you Can you hear the gypsy turnpike? Ah It's callin' So take our things out to the car And banded shades of night fallin' You're my bright and guiding star Vanilla O'Lay, la lay, la lay, lay la Lay la Vanilla O'Lay, la lay, la lay, lay la Vanilla O'Lay, la lay, la lay, lay la Lay la Vanilla O'Lay, la lay, la lay, lay la Ah, but my, my, my, you're lookin' better It seems like you were never ill The doctor's gonna send us a letter We will let the sky up pay the bill John-John the cat, he's gettin' older And he don't jump around like You know that he should Come, put our baby over my shoulder We're goin' out to get some wood Vanilla O'Lay, la lay, la lay, lay la Lay la Vanilla O'Lay, la lay, la lay, lay la Vanilla O'Lay, la lay, la lay, lay la Lay la Vanilla O'Lay, la lay, la lay, lay la Vanilla O'Lay, la lay, la lay, lay la Lay la Vanilla O'Lay, la lay, la lay, lay la