Oh, she was wonderful, oh,
Well it's a shame she is insanely wonderful,
I feel alive in links to my body whole,
Like Mr. Jones I just want somebody who's
Sitting by the campfire light in the summer time,
So we're waiting by the shoals on the wave we've been looking for,
To lie awake at night and make love,
Touch me, the way you touch me,
Well I consider enough all the things I've done,
A pretty little thing - don't let this thing just run away
About a world where I think too much