My friend she's on fire  She's burning like a juniper tree  She don't know what to do  But I do  'Cause she do it to me  Let it go let it go    It's not nice to be like ice  It's much better if you feel like fire  Yes there's a bad moon coming up  And I can see it's on the cusp  Electric winds are shrieking up in the wires  But it's a warm evening out  It feels like New Orleans blue  On the spray from the African shore  Oh we could make it coast to coast  She said "Ain't that the most?"  But I could tell she'd heard it all before  Let it go let it go  Let it shine down on me    Is this a love affair or is this a crime  Is this religion without priests, prayers or pews  This is the view from the left-over shelf  This is the punchline and the joke's on you  I don't need her kissy lips  I don't need her armies or her pearls  I fell asleep and dreamed of far off lands  When I awoke I nearly married that girl  Let it go let it go