Your voice like Tylenol,
I can sense that's mutual.
Like the warmth that's true to me,
on the top of a mountain, rockin' to the wind.
All the words say, say with fire,
seems like the lighter on your lips.
A box of matches on your hips,
you're starting me on, baby,
so count on.
Baby,
baby, can't you see?
I'm the warmth that's true to me.
A fire inside your branch,
a new-age soul,
for your hands are good and our
course of course.
I
am the only son.
I am the chosen one.
I am the pool of fun.
I am the smoke at lunch.
I ain't no loser.
I ain't no loser.
I ain't no loser.
I am...
