THE GIRL Published by: Higginsongs Her green eyes would go grey When she ran out of things to say Just before the foreplay, after the wine It was a certain look She could read me just like a book She gave more than she took, every time We'd lie and listen to the rain On the tin roof and the window pane Sweeter than sugar cane forever, evergreen Laughing in the linen sheets In that little back street suite I heard her young heart beat Like a gypsy tambourine Oh, how I miss the girl Miss her kiss and her island world Lying on the sand with the sun in her curls Oh, how I miss the girl In the street four floors below They're slipping in the fallen snow Bless their hearts it's the only life they've known I've had some sand beneath my toes A turquoise sea and an island rose Where the warm wind blows, it's time to go back home