SHE'S SO FINE
She walks with a bell-clock round her neck. So the hippies think she's in with time. Her hair glistens like robins on a deck. Branches attack me from her neck. She's so fine. She's so very,very fine.
The sun from the clouds seeps into her eyes. The rain from the trees soaks into her mind. Morning signs sound just like a lark. All this signs are always the start. She's so fine. She's so very,very fine.
When I veer I get so near, But so far far away. Listen to me today.
We united just beside a leaf. The ground was hard underneath. Her,hee She's so fine. |