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(Joan Baez) You are fair-haired, oh, your lips are red You like softball, oh, and the Grateful Dead Why am I attracted to The body and the mind of you? You mean trouble, oh, with your Lucifer's eyes And make me daydream, oh, and fantasize Running through a field of flames Playing our forbidden game Camouflaging all, you pass me in the hall Leaving me standing naked with my feelings Did you see me here, swallowing my tears? Everything that was solid now is reeling Ah, but I know you, oh, and you know me, too You know the closet, oh, that I share with you There are places we could go No one would ever, ever know Let's try real time, oh, come sit on my bed We'll share our lifetimes, oh, and the Grateful Dead Aus Songtexte Mania