Chop off this head o mine It never thought no good no-how. Filled up with fear, enmity, and lies. Chop it off and kick it down the road Like a tin can, like a dodgeball Just like a low down rollin’ stone. Chop off this head o mine. Replace it with somethin’ fine A lotus head… full of fragrance feedin’ bees, blessed by water detached and free. Use me as your tetherball Whack me ‘round that shine’in pole Make your play My delight. Hit me straight — Snap that string — Send me out Past Saturn’s rings. Catch my head among the stars Draw me down into Your lap. Please won’t you brush my hair? Hold onto this head o’ mine Place it close, cheek to cheek. Baby spoon me in infinity’s sleep. Chop off this head O mine And teach me to play this Game of Love.
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