MARY, I'LL COLOUR YOU IN

We were driving straight, down crooked streets. We were driving crazy, through concrete. It's all light and shade, two extremes. Black and white and grey in between. Mary I'll colour you in. And if I vote for you will you vote for me? We were driving, pasted to the skin. In the driving rain, no one lets you in. It's all light and shade, two extremes. Black and white and grey in between, in between. Will you vote for me?