The dark eyed, brown haired lover,
From hard time Isreal,
Is looking for a soul to take over,
She's looking for some love to sell

The speed that we go is faster,
Than anything in soul and 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 your love

Making love is just a fairy tale,
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"

But you say,

Hold on,
Hold on,

Hold on to your 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 Isreal,
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 your 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,
Yea