Beecher's Brook is love
hurdle at which greater men have fallen
She manipulates
Steals my mind and hides it in her garden

But now
Only love can bring me down
Somehow
Somehow love must bring me down
I've [bad word] the fan and the bellows

Cupid [bad word] Absent of all thought and all reason
Shoots me in the back
I think perhaps it must be shooting season

But now
Only love can bring me down
Somehow
Somehow love must bring me down
I've [bad word] the fan and the bellows

Not me
Not me

But now
Only love can bring me down
I've [bad word] the fan and the bellows
Somehow love must bring me down
I've [bad word] the fan and the bellows