The Girl - Bertie Higgins

THE GIRL

Published by: Higginsongs

Her green eyes would go grey

When she ran out of things to say

Just before the foreplay, after the wine

It was a certain look

She could read me just like a book

She gave more than she took, every time

We’d lie and listen to the rain

On the tin roof and the window pane

Sweeter than sugar cane forever, evergreen

Laughing in the linen sheets

In that little back street suite

I heard her young heart beat

Like a gypsy tambourine

Oh, how I miss the girl

Miss her kiss and her island world

Lying on the sand with the sun in her curls

Oh, how I miss the girl

In the street four floors below

They’re slipping in the fallen snow

Bless their hearts it’s the only life they’ve known

I’ve had some sand beneath my toes

A turquoise sea and an island rose

Where the warm wind blows, it’s time to go back home