Lyrics

Picture yourself in a valley with flowers and money Imagine yourself in a fire, a burning desire If I hold out my hand will you take hold my hand Kiss my red lips, will you understand Picture yourself in my burning land There'll be white tailed doves White tailed doves and fresh red roses Nobody gonna wear my shoes Nobody gonna take my bottom line Nobody gonna steal my new clothes Nobody gonna be my shoe shine Nobody gonna eat my food Nobody gonna cut my washing line Nobody gonna stop my glow I'm white tailed doves and fresh red roses How many times do I have to say You got what you got cos you get what you give And how many times can you blame the world When it's you that acts in production of hurt If I hold out my hand will you take hold my hand Kiss my religion and understand Imagine yourself with a burning hand There'll be white tailed doves White tailed doves and fresh red roses Nobody gonna wear my shoes Nobody gonna take my bottom line Nobody gonna steal my new clothes Nobody gonna be my shoe shine Nobody gonna eat my food Nobody gonna cut my washing line Nobody gonna kill my glow I'm white tailed doves and fresh red roses Nobody gonna wear my shoes Nobody gonna take my bottom line Nobody gonna steal my new clothes Nobody gonna be my shoe shine Nobody gonna eat my food Nobody gonna cut my washing line Nobody gonna kill my glow I'm white tailed doves and fresh red roses Won't you get a little later, won't you get a little say so Feel your senses all night long Fireflies fill the earth with love light, let your intent flow right Let your feelings bring you home There'll be white tailed doves, white tailed doves and fresh red roses