Somewhere down past Roosterspur bridge. Perhaps just a trick of the light. I thought I heard the sweetest guitar. Was it a rock and roll Jesus. . Sometimes I think, I think I understand.
She's a girl. Rising from a shell. Running to spring. It is her time. It is her time. Watch her run. With ribbons undone. . She's a rose. In a lily's cloak.
Let's go. . I am not your señorita. I am not from your tribe. In the garden, in the garden. I did no crime. . I am not your señorita. I am not from your tribe.