Girl W/ A Guitar

Her eyes are dangerous to stand around
Twelve miles down, transparent brown, ground zero
And when you ask for her she's not around
Will she come down, from tinsel town?
I don't know, don't know

Girl with the guitar says "Oh yeah"
"Oh yeah"
"Oh-h-h-h Oh yeah"

Sharp line contrivance seems like long ago
Leaves hanging low, Henri Rousseau down your lane
Sometimes your breath's too short to understand
Throw down your hands, come into land
In Alsace Lorraine

Girl with the guitar says "Oh yeah"
"Oh yeah"
"Oh-h-h-h Oh yeah"

Girl with the guitar says "Oh yeah"
"Oh yeah"
"Oh-h-h-h Oh yeah"
Yeah