He was a mindweaver, always on the phone   Telling me all sorts of hurt of his own   Although his voice was sweet to me   I wondered if we could ever be      He was a mindbeater, always on the phone   Telling me all sorts of what I did wrong   Although his voice was sweet to me   I wondered if we could ever be      He was a mindbender, always on the phone   Telling me all sorts of dream he has sewn   Although his voice was sweet to me   I wondered if we could ever be