I'm for free love, and I'm in free fall!
This could be love, or nothing at all!
But my heart's runnin' round like a chicken with its head cut off! All around the barn yard falling in and out of love!
Poor thing's blind as a bat, gettin' up, fallin' down, gettin' up.
Who'd fall in love with a chicken with its head cut off?
We don't have to be stars exploding in the night, or electric eels under the covers!We don't have to be anything quite so unreal,lets just be lovers![...]It ain't pretty
a chicken with its head cut off, magnetic fields