Mind Games
Music and Lyrics by Julean Rai (BMI)
All Rights Reserved.

Verse:
Well,
On the rim of devil's edge
Lies a prophet, like the dead...
Keeping still, his eyes are closed
Hanging on his saviour's robes.

Strike me now, or take your leave-
You run my patience through a sieve...
But only a fool would make me bleed
Prophetess of flaming seed.

I say this once, let's make this clear...
No one's kind is wanted here.

Chorus:
Well I can't stand to hear
Your lusty breath inside my ear
You walk around in your bathrobe
Naked, still, in emperor's robes.
Frolicking in evening's clear
'Aint no way I'd take you here
You, you beckon me and I won't
Come
'Cause all I ask to be is
One.

Verse:
Well
I recall the taste of you.
And I know you remember, too...
Your red hair all across my chest...
Mouth-to-nipple, face-to-breast.

Hey, I can't
Come
So I won't go...
Isn't there something I should know?
You say, you'd like to try your chance with him...
Hah! Just friends?

I say this once, let's make this clear...
No one's kind is wanted here.

Chorus:
Well I can't stand to hear
Your lusty breath inside my ear
You walk around in your bathrobe
Naked, still, in emperor's robes.
Frolicking in evening's clear
'Aint no way I'd take you here
You, you beckon me and I won't
Come
'Cause all I ask to be is
One.

Well, all your mind games make things clear
It takes two to tango round here.

Chorus:
Well I can't stand to hear
Your lusty breath inside my ear
You walk around in your bathrobe
Naked, still, in emperor's robes.
Frolicking in evening's clear
'Aint no way I'd take you here
You, you beckon me and I won't
Come
'Cause all I ask to be is
One.

Copyright 1995 Julian D. Rai (BMI); Julean Rai (BMI); Julean and the Rai (BMI), All Rights Reserved. ISRC# US-J3V-07-34275