B. Cowsill-P. Cowsill
Here she comes head lifted high
Toward the sun won't look in my eye
I don't care
Plays it cool while all the men watch
I won't be fooled into thinking
She's God's best
Lonely nights I am tired of being alone
Few friends, wish I had someone
Then here she comes making me
Look at the things I can't have
I don't wanna look anymore
Make me face my everyday chore everyday
Lonely nights I am tired
Of living alone
Few friends wish I had someone
Then here she comes making me
Look at the things I can't have
Here she comes head lifted high
Toward the sun won't look in my eye
I don't care