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..."