Now here's a little story that must be told. About a little white girl that was born to soul. She was the first of a kind I was scared to speak. She had long red hair perfume sweet.
Beautiful girls all over the world. I could be chasing but my time would be wasted. They got nothin' on you baby. Nothin' on you baby. . They might say hi and I might say hey.
Tired out,. Not a miracle in this.. Oh yeah.. Sad is for the lonely.. Wishin' tears.. . Tried nothing if you dropped dead.. Not a miracle in years.. That's for the lonely..
Now here's a little story that must be told. About a little white girl that was born to soul. She was the first of a kind I was scared to speak. She had long red hair perfume was sweet.
Look at her shinin'. Her feathers they glow. Now the jungle's smiling. Cause out baby's home. Can you feel what I feel?. The day has come at last. Our precious jewel has returned.
See you driving 'round town. With the girl I love and I'm like. Fuck you. (Ooh, ooh, ooh). I guess the change in my pocket. Wasn't enough, I'm like. Fuck you.
Damn. . It's getting hard to breathe. I'm tryin to make her see. But she don't really know that I. I'm tryin to find a way, to tell her everyday. But she just goes along, so I.