Fan And The Bellows

A Beecher's Brook is love

A 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 become the fan and the bellows

The cupid masturbates

Absent of all thought and of 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 become the fan and the bellows

Not me, not me!

But now, only love can bring me down

I become the fan and the bellows

Somehow love must bring me down

I become the fan and the bellows

Lyrics Submitted by Commander Kakapo