written by Brian Wilson and Van Dyke Parks
LYRICS:
He gives speeches, but they put him
Back in bed where he wrote his satire.
He gives speeches; always reaches
Out a lot, led him to discover
Silken hair; more silken hair fell
On his face, and no wind was blowing.
Stepped across the golden fields,
and saw that she was soon trailing after.
She was nice and didn't fight.
He fell into her friendly persuasion.
Late that night, while by a street light,
Little hands shadowed on the ceiling.
Oh... oh...
Oh... oh...
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