Ginger Red - Arno

For the first time in this life

Something strong happened deep inside

There’s always a cold sweat in his neck

She was everyone’s girl with no name

Ginger was her name

Ginger Red was her name

Ginger Red, she dyed her hair red

She gave him hope, then took it away

Like a nervous fly, she flew away

Red lips like a piece of art

But the look in her eyes, cold as a stone

Ginger was her name

Ginger Red was her name

Ginger Red, she dyed her hair red

They were young, clean and fresh

Fresh and clean like mother’s milk

She was a kind of a dancer

Who didn’t need an answer

Ginger was her name

Ginger Red was her name

Ginger Red, she dyed her hair red