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The dark eyed,
brown haired lover,
From hard time Israel,
She's looking for a
soul to take over,
She's looking for
some love to sell.
The speed that we go is faster,
Than everything
that's on my mind,
She's trained to touch
your body, baby.
She's trained to blow
your fuckin' mind,
But you seem to hold on,
Hold on,
Hold on,
Hold on to the love.
Making love is just
a fairy tale,
And all she ever wanted
was to be herself,
Oh yeah.
Whoa yeah.
What, what, what is good for me,
Is good for her,
Is good for us in time.
Tame the
transcendental
meditation.
Oh, why.
Something in my mind is
trying to tell me;
"No it's not the way
it's supposed to be,
If you want her, you're doomed."
But you say,
Hold on,
Hold on,
Hold on to the love.
Baby, baby.
'Cause making love is
just a fairy tale,
And all she ever wanted
was to be herself.
Oah ho.
Oooa, we got them
babies makin' babies.
And it's not too good a time,
For your love, baby.
For your love.
Oa-ha.
The dark eyed,
brown haired lover
From hard time Israel,
Looking for a soul to take over,
Looking for some love to sell.
The speed that we go is faster,
Than anything in soul and mind,
Trained to touch
your body, baby,
Trained to blow your
fuckin' mind,
But you say,
Hold on,
Hold on,
I say hold on,
I say hold on,
Hold on baby,
To the love, baby.
Oa-ho
Making love is just
a fairy tale,
And I say that all
you ever wanted was
to be yourself.
Woa yeah,
Yeah, yeah
Yeah-ah
She's your lover, baby.
She's your lover.
She's your lover, baby.
Lover,
Lover,
Lover,
Aaahh.

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