Phoebe Snow. Second Childhood. All Over. Zeneszám

Nine of diamonds, nine of diamonds
Lord, that's a lucky card
We'll celebrate it when we've made it
I'll jump all over your yard
I'll jump all over your yard
I'll jump all over

I don't know what hit me but I'm seeing stars
This comic book life is like being on Mars
Thousands of warm hands are touching me
All over, all over, I hope this will never be all over
All over, all over, I hope this will never be all over

The night queen fright wig street parade may fade
When we laugh at the statues of Gods they have made
Oceans of love-waves are washing me
All over, all over

Nine of diamonds, nine of diamonds
Lord, that's a lucky card
We'll celebrate it when we've made it
I'll jump all over your yard
I'll jump all over your yard
I'll jump all over

All over, all over, I hope this will never be all over
All over, all over, I hope this will never be all over

You feel like your train of thought's been derailed
Let out your wild wishes from where they've been jailed
You feel the future embracing you
All over, all over, I hope this will never be all over
All over, all over, I hope this will never be all over

All over