The Doors

Who scared you and why were you born, my babe?
In two-time's arms with all of your charms, my love.
Why were you born, just to play with me,
To freak out or to be beautiful, my dear?
Load your head, blow it up, feeling good, baby
Load your head, blow it up, feeling good, baby.
Well my room is so cold, you know you don't have to go, my babe.