Bertie Higgins The Girl
THE GIRL
Published by: Higginsongs
Her green eyes would go grey
When she ran out of things to say
Just before the foreplay, after the wine
It was a certain look
She could read me just like a book
She gave more than she took, every time
We'd lie and listen to the rain
On the tin roof and the window pane
Sweeter than sugar cane forever, evergreen
Laughing in the linen sheets
In that little back street suite
I heard her young heart beat
Like a gypsy tambourine
Oh, how I miss the girl
Miss her kiss and her island world
Lying on the sand with the sun in her curls
Oh, how I miss the girl
In the street four floors below
They're slipping in the fallen snow
Bless their hearts it's the only life they've known
I've had some sand beneath my toes
A turquoise sea and an island rose
Where the warm wind blows, it's time to go back home
