She Let Her Hair Down (Sokyrka Theresa)

She let her hair down long and low And fumbled through her bag to find, The things she'd left behind because Goldfish, never live to be that old And swimming by you startled my old heart just like a box of jack But don't call for tricks dear Give me some cold cheer And Explain to me why reality is as dirty as your knobby knees But check to see how lovely it is Don't take my word as what it is To take from me and give to you is what I've always longed to do Believe me when I say that this is true And float right by on your little eye as simply as a butterfly But don't call for tricks dear Give me some cold cheer And explain to me why reality is as dirty as your knobby knees But check to see how lovely it is Just Check to see how lovely it is Just check to see how lovely it is