Erica Lyrics - Terry Reid

Erica would much prefer to hide behind her hair 

Conveniently you cannot see her face 

Though she keeps her mind wide open 

To the affluent society 

And the mystery's still kept up in her hair 

Why don't you just stop and say 

One word or two or maybe more? 

With a face like yours right away I'm sure 

One day I caught you running with the wind 

I can smell the perfume in the garden of her hair 

Mirrors and reflections I can see 

Though I never get quite close enough 

Because I stop and stare 

And the mystery's still kept up in her hair