Wear the head scarf around your neck
Roll the ends of your corduroy jeans
Tell me all you'll soon forget when the sun comes screaming on the new born breeze
Tease me with your intellect
make fun of my harsh way with words
Your look spills music upon the floor
One look spills music upon the floor
When you read the peroxide blonde
You become this greater thing
Oil lamp for the gas man sang to the hummings of a cheap fan
They'll write songs about the likes of us you know.
Wear the head scarf around your neck
Roll the ends of your corduroy jeans
Tell me things that you're not proud of
I'll tell you things that I'm not proud of
They'll write songs about the likes of us you know