You've never met before. But still she greets you like a long lost rock and roll. She's definitely one of those. But you'll go wherever she goes. And when my body and my mind. Both start talking at the exact same time. Trying to think of ways to make her mine. But they're difficult to find. It's not what I need. No your love's not what I need. So don't give it to me. And she said. "Oh well I knew this will sound cold. But I really have to go. Oh it's not that I'm not free. There's nowhere I need to be. It's just your love's not what I need. So don't give it to me". It's not what I need. No your love's not what I need. So don't give it to me. She said: "Baby how can I believe you. How can I believe you when you can't believe your luck?". No point sticking to the plan when it's going slow. It's more a hunger than a thirst. You'll break it out the second time. Before you know about the first. Looks well-equipped to leave you in the lurch. But you'll let her do her worst. And it's not hard to tell. It's obvious the other angels' faces fell. When she told them that she had to go. Troubled wings and overcoat for something colorful. (God knows). It's not what I need. No your love's not what I need. So don't give it to me. No your love's not what I need. So don't give it to me. No your love's not what I need. So don't give it to me. No your love's not what I need. So don't give it to me. Your love's not what I need