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