(Words and Music by 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

    © 1981 Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP)

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