When you’re on your own
And the moon has grown
You assume you’re going wrong
Since she’s gone
Oh, then the end is on

A thousand times you strayed
A thousand miles ahead
Your head is more like a tickin’ bomb
‘Cause she’s done
A dead end is all

Distilled sugar cane
Blinding your mind again
Against the wall you won’t last long
‘Cause she’s wrong
And then the end is one

No… she ain’t that kind, oh no…
She ain’t that kind of girl… oh, no…