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