you are fair-haired your lips are red you like softball and the grateful dead why am i attracted to the body and the mind of you you mean trouble with your lucifers eyes and make me daydream 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 but i know you and you know me too you know the closet that i share with you there are places we could go no one would ever ever know lets try real time come sit on my bed well share our lifetimes and the grateful dead