Album: The Lone Ranger

Look, here she comes
She walks alone
Round the Brighton streets
She roams

And though every man
Knows her by name
No one knows
From whence or where she came

Yeah

The world is too tight
To hold her down
So, it just follows her around

Unconciously, they look and they stare
She doesn't notice
She doesn't care

Yeah

Green eyes and red hair
A smile that takes her anywhere
Green eyes and red hair
Yeah

While western wall
Curved Brighton facade
The sun beat down the promenade

Look, here she comes
She walks alone
Round the Brighton streets
She roams

Green eyes and red hair yeah
Green eyes and red hair
A smile that takes her anywhere
Green eyes and red hair yeah

She sings "tra la la la..."

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