When the [bad word] is found to be lies
And all the joy within you dies

Don't you want somebody to love
Don't you need somebody to love
Wouldn't you love somebody to love
You better find somebody to love

When the garden's flowers, baby, are dead
Yes, and your mind, your mind is so full of red

Your eyes, I say your eyes may look like his
Yeah but in your head, baby
I'm afraid you don't know where it is

Tears [bad word]  they're [bad word] down your breast
And your friends, baby, they treat you like a guest