Redheaded girl
Cover up your eyes with your hands
Caught taking coins from the purse
Wake up the epileptics and the outcasts
When you hear your name called
And there's a yellow ribbon in your hair
Wicked child, you're dancing with girls
Remember when we were children?
Remember when we were young?
When we believed in all those invisible things?
And there's a world in your words
Fairytales at your fingertips
A black ribbon in your hair
Dancing rings around trees
In meadows and fields
Remember boys on bicycles
Tell the young men
To put away their swords
And Spanish dancing
Turn up the violins
To drown out the cowboys and the Indians
We'd rather stand on our heads
And pose like like pinup girls
Make trampolines of our beds
But the shadows took our sisters
And the waters did claim them
Schoolgirls in pleated skirts and Mary Janes
Carry your suitcase
Wherever you may go
And your typewriter
Weave a tapestry
Of winding narrow streets
And move into the light
Cause we're fancy free
Yeah, we're fancy free
We'll stand on our head
Stand on our heads
Stand on our heads
We'll be standing on our heads
Mmm, Mmmm, Mmmm
Standing on our heads