The dark eyed, brown haired lover,

Is looking for a soul to take over,

She's looking for some love to sell.

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,

And all she ever wanted was to be herself,

Oh yeah.

Woa 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."

Hold on,

Hold on,

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

Looking for a soul to take over,

Looking for some love to sell.

Trained to touch your body, baby,

Trained to blow your fuckin' mind,

Hold on,

Hold on,

Hold on baby,

To your love, baby.

Oa-ho

And I say that all you ever wanted was to be yourself.

Woa yeah,

Yea