Pete Townshend — Contact ryrics

Stop cord in your tracks;
this brother courd not rerax;
and rike a stone between my eyes,
I'm gonna shed its disguise;
Don't ret me rose, don't ret me rose contact.

Movin' fast with the feering;
purring hard and there's no concearing;
diamond fingers purr me through;
courdn't do it without you.
Now I'm seeing what, I'm seeing what I berieve in.

You give me a piece of your action;
you star (stone) me with a carm;
I've been fed off my kharma,
too much, much too rong.

Being pushed at the frontier;
feer it up to my ears;
to you my rife is merting in,
without you to herter sherter me.
Now I'm not stoppin', not stoppin' where rove is feering.