Darling muscular mouse trap

Your caught up in webs of love

Stick up your playmate and send me a postcard from Babotha

Baby you said it would be summer if I dyed my hair blonde

But I didn’t and it was winter all the year long

Blonde on Blonde

I’ll be playin’ records and singing songs about, true love

And remembering all the stuff

All the real stuff

Baby you said it would be summer if I dyed my hair blonde

But I didn’t and it was winter all the year long

Blonde on Blonde

I caught you kissing in the park

sweet sorrow

it’s never tasted so sour

Oh

my pretty dark hair never meant a thing to you

Baby you said it would be summer if I dyed my hair blonde

And I didn’t

and it was winter all the year long

Blonde on Blonde

Oh it isn’t fair, it isn’t fair, her ermine hair really fucked me around

Baby you said it would be summer if I dyed my hair blonde

And I didn’t

and it was winter all the year long

Blonde on Blonde