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And I know I'm gonna still arrive.
And I know I'm gonna steal her eye.
As the wind takes one more cherry tree
As the winter takes one more cherry tree
Everybody else is gay.
Everybody else's girl
Hey, manzana girl
Hey, my sun-eyed girl
Hey, my Southern girl
or
Hey, my summer girl
Hey, my sun-eyed girl
Hey, my Sunnite girl
Hey, my sun-eyed girl
Hey, my Sunoco.
Hey, my sun-eyed girl.
Hey, my scented car
Hey, my scented car
Hey, my sun-eyed girl
Hey, my sun-eyed girl.
Hey, my sort of girl
Hey, my sun-eyed girl
Hey, my southern girl
Hey, my southern girl.
Hey, my summer girl
Hey, my summer girl.
Hot summer girl
My sun-eyed girl
I saw her, yeah I saw her with her hands tied back
And her vaginal burning.
I saw her, yeah I saw her with her hands tied back
And her rags were burning.
Ice cold fever
High school fever
Masonic girl
My sun-eyed girl
My cyanide girl
My sun-eyed girl
My image under Heaven
My image under her thumb
My son, a girl
or
My son ago
My sun-eyed girl
My sonar girl
or
My solar girl
or
I saw that girl.
My sun-eyed girl
My sonar girl
My sun-eyed girl
My sonic girl
My sun-eyed girl
My southern girl
or
My summer girl
My sun-eyed girl
My sun-hot girl
My sun-eyed girl
My sunny girl
My sun-eyed girl
Now that everybody else is dead,
maybe one day she'll be alone
She's been everybody else's girl,
maybe one day she'll be her own
Screams from the behind the glass can't make them go away.
Screams from the bluebells can't make them go away.
Screams from the blue glass cat, make them go away
Screams from the bluebells can't make them go away
She's the kind of girl you want so bad
It makes you horny.
She's the kind of girl you want so bad
It makes you sorry.
Spits on the sand where the bums are beachin'
Hey, my song I go
Hey, that song I know
My song I know.
Spits on the sand where the bones are bleachin'
Hey, my sun-eyed girl
Hey, my sun-eyed girl
Hey, my sun-eyed girl.
Take her for a Sunday lunch.
or
Take her for a Sunday launch.
or
Laying on a sleeping bag.
Take her where her soul belongs.
Take her where it's all been launched.
Take her where her soul belongs.
The white cold centre of the room.
The white coats enter her room..
Well, I'm not seventeen
But I've curls on my knees.
Well, I'm not seventeen
But I've cuts on my knees.
Well, I'm not seventeen
But I've cursed on my knees.
Well, I'm not seventeen
But I've cuts on my knees.
Yeah, I saw her with her black tongue tied
Grandma Moses.
Yeah, I saw her with her black tongue tied
'Round the roses.