Virginia on the bumper
Poppies on the verge
The pattern on your jumper
Your january purge

Black ink scuttle south
On your mind and in your mouth
Into the wild streets of georgia

Pop your head out of your shell

From your head down to your toes
Just keep following your nose
You're doing better than you know

Black ink scuttle south
On your mind and in your mouth
Never pretend you could ignore her