8.7.02

She'll adore you and she'll floor you
With her wisdom and her vision
And you'll love it and think of it
Till you lose all intuition

She can move you and improve you
With her love and her devotion
And she'll thrill you and she'll chill you
But you're headed for commotion

And you'll need her so you'll feed her
With your endless dedication
And the quicker you get sicker
She'll remove your medication

Get the firehouse!
'Cause she sets my soul afire
Get the firehouse!
And the flames keep gettin' higher

She's like bad weather but it seems so good
You'd never leave her but you know you should...


("Firehouse", P. Stanley, 1973)



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