(Seal)
The dark eyed, brown haired lover,
From hard time Isreal,
Is looking for a soul to take over,
Shes looking for some love to sell.
The speed that we go is faster,
Than anything in soul and mind,
Shes trained to touch your body, baby.
Shes 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 its not the way its supposed to be,
If you want her, youre 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 its 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,
Yeah, yeah
Yeah-ah
Shes your lover, baby.
Shes your lover.
Shes your lover, baby.
Lover,
Lover,
Lover,
Aaahh.