I think I caught her name, it reminded me of Tyrone
Her arm was locked, and lit up Woodbridge Road

Peel another layer of dead skin, 
Need to find the Quakers Christ within

If I had a kinder surprise, and you were with your whipping-boy
You know I’d break it in half and let you keep the toy

Peel another layer of dead skin, 
Need to find the Quakers Christ within

And you may like dogs, but I’ll always prefer cats.
There’s something inside me with a fist full of hope that tells us we’re two of a kind and it grows.
Another day with you’s like torture.

If we can give it a go, and I can ask you to go for a ride in my little French Clio
Let’s get drunk for just one night.

Peel another layer of dead skin, 
Need to find the Quakers Christ within

And you may like dogs, but I’ll always prefer cats.
There’s something inside me with a fist full of hope that tells us we’re two of a kind and it grows.
Another day with you’s like torture.