Black Sixteens

You don't follow me now, ribbons in hair

Searching for answers

When there's none there

Then following me round, up my stair

Into my bedroom if I'm there

Hoping for something

Because it seems the right thing to do

You know what to do then

Yeah yeah yeah

You know what to do then

Yeah yeah yeah

You still follow me now, temptingly fair

Finding your answers

When there's none there

Hoping for something

Because it seems the right thing to do

You know what to do then

Yeah yeah yeah

You know what to do then

Yeah yeah yeah