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Ezra Furman

The Little Red-Haired Girl

 

The Little Red-Haired Girl

(álbum: Banging Down The Doors - 2007)


Chicago wind almost knocked me over
Hurricane Andy's got me running for cover
And I forgot if there was any other
People in the world, besides me and you

I'm breaking through a brick wall
That's been standing for hours
I hide my head from the scattered showers
The hurricane is gonna knock down towers tonight

Perhaps you're wondering if I'm available
Well don't worry about it, baby, I'm available
I'm available
I'm so available

Little red-haired girl
Don't pass right by my table
I am so unable
To conceal my lust
Red-haired girl

You hold the keys to my unbridled fury
I'm walking home although the snow's in flurries
And none of that could ever make me hurry as I pass your house
Green with white shutters

Storm clouds gather in my tearducts
It's getting cold so I wear my earmuffs
All the emotions are making me fear a coup d'etat
On my central nervous system

Perhaps you're unnerved by my honesty
Well don't worry about it, baby, I don't need honesty
Who needs honesty?
Forget about honesty
I hate honesty

Little red-haired girl
Don't pass me on the sidewalk
'Cause every time our eyes lock
I can't feel the freezing rain

Oh little red-haired girl
Ah, baby, aw, all right, all right, I'm, I'mma just, just wait
Little red-haired girl
Good grief

Ah yes
It's, it's just our first record
I want you to fall in love with me
I want you put your little white hand over mine, pretty red mouth

After the flood there was a big block party
The streets were rivers like that town in Italy
I wore my khakis so you wouldn't call my ugly
The hail was hammering my eyes, I couldn't see

And every few nights I would dream about you
And it makes me wanna sing this song to you
But you don't like this song
I don't have to sing this song
I'll never sing this song again

Little red-haired girl
Don't pass right by my table
I am so unable
To conceal my love

Little red-haired girl
Don't pass me on the sidewalk
'Cause every time our eyes lock
I can hear that hurricane
Red-haired girl

Oh, baby, baby
I wanna take a walk with you
On the sand

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