Sunday Drivers She
She can promise
She can swear that she won’t smile
and she smiles since
she wakes up
She can lend you
Even more of what she’s got
And just needs a
sweet kiss back
She’s so strange so very strange
All the things she’d like to say
Have been said while she was crying
She believes in...
She believes in what she sees
And she’s blind when
She can’t see me.
She wants people
And people want her to forget
They don’t have no
One like her
