“I’m toiling with your blood I remember something And be a lesson; kissing on the nights second to last Found in both your hands A second son can’t pass the glance And oh, I know it felt right And I had you in my grasp Oh, then how we gonna cry Cause it once might not mean something And love at second glance It is not something that we need Honey, understand that I have been left here in the reeds And all I’m trying to do is get my feet up from the creeks And I see you Turn around, you’re my A-Team Turn around now, you’re my A-Team God damn, turn around now You’re my A-Team”