Oh, she was wonderful, oh, 
Well it's a shame she's insanely wonderful, 
I feel alive in links to my body whole, 
Like Mr. Jones I just want somebody who's 

By the campfire light in the summer time, 
Good times with friends, 
What's yours is mine, 
My life is yours, 
'Cause you are, mine 

So we're waiting by the shoals on the wave we've been looking for, 
To lie awake at night and make love, 
Touch me, the way your touch 
Made me alive 

Well I consider enough all the things I've done, 
pretty little thing - don't let this thing [bad word] away! 
I know I think too much, 
About a world where I think too much