Just hands off this time.

So beautiful your heart, babe,
Pick up the heart, babe,
That not the right chord,
I have to come, just then my head.
The night is ready, giving the bay,
The night is ready, giving the ray,
The night comes to slap my head,
The night comes to straw my hair,
The night goes round to smooth my hair,
It goes round to smooth my hair.

Go away, now, go off,
Go and take the words out,
Go and give the peace and give it to ray
And I replace it giving to me.
Just bad enough to be crazy giving away,
Just plain crazy, crazy as before
And no one will be here,
And no one will be here,
And no one will be mine
‘Cause waiting I’ll be
To trap, to make it,
To trap, to make it,
To trap, to make it.

No, I donÂ’t really like this,
No, I donÂ’t feel like this,
No, I donÂ’t feel like this,
No, I donÂ’t feel like this.

I donÂ’t really like this,
I donÂ’t really like this,
I donÂ’t really like this,
I donÂ’t really like this,
Just to make it better.

And stop this,
And stop it and stop it
And stop it, stop it.