Dean

Girl with a heart that keeps on changing Girl with a mind that's moving on Picking up on things that life's afforded Loosen up on teathers Foreseen she's on

Many times I hear it tell Things don't go together very well But I left her no words on the side of The first thing that you'd ever blow your mind for

And it's just . . . Come on, keep on changing Come on, little I want the jive Let me know just what it is that fooled you, oh With the first thing that could be ever left inside of it

Never ending, never changing Never really sure of why, good slide But really just knowing what contains you Guessing all that can be build inside of it

But these times that I spent so well Fighting contradicts so well Then there's something still left Something that could be gained inside Of the first thing that could be beating inside

Come on girl, keep on changing Come on girl, little I want the jive My heart's just burning What could be there, burning? I'd like to know what you left inside of it, oh

Come on, keep on changing Come on girl, little I want the jive Make you good things that I do I can't afford you But I'll let you alone Until I can find myself inside, so

Come on girl, just keep it changing I know what it feels inside of me Many times you're just so mean I can't feel it, yeah This rose down here can't be more than a slight

Come on, come on, come on Keep on changing Just little known for jive Somewhere like New York Can it flow Just what they talk The first time you got a man . . .