I heard a woman talking   And to me what she said just made sense   She was lamenting the state of affairs   How some people can be so dense   She said she had three wonderful children   Two girls and their little brother   And nobody gave her problems for loving   Each child as much as the other      But they say you are bad   Or perhaps you are mad   Or at least you should stay undercover   Your mind must be bare   If you would dare   To think you can love more than one lover      I really dig the redwood forests   But the desert makes me want to sing   And those little Irish villages   When the churchbells ring   I like to busk in Boston   And hang out in the cafes in Berlin   Yes, I like lots of different places   And nobody tells me it's a sin      But they say you are bad   Or perhaps you are mad   Or at least you should stay undercover   Your mind must be bare   If you would dare   To think you can love more than one lover      I like Italian espresso   But I also like French wine   And now and then that BC bud   Leaves me feeling oh so fine   I like to get a buzz sometimes   I like sobriety   Most people understand this   They also like variety      But they say you are bad   Or perhaps you are mad   Or at least you should stay undercover   Your mind must be bare   If you would dare   To think you can love more than one lover      Each one of the four seasons   Leaves me feeling good   Sitting in the shade in the summer   In the winter chopping wood   Sometimes I love cloudy days   But I also dig the sun   But I don't think I'm crazy   For having so much fun      But they say you are bad   Or perhaps you are mad   Or at least you should stay undercover   Your mind must be bare   If you would dare   To think you can love more than one lover