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 a guitar says «Oh yeah»
«Oh yeah»
«Oh-h-h-h Oh yeah»
Sharp line contrivance seems like long ago
Leaves hanging low, only the sun down your lane
Sometimes your breath’s too short to understand
Fold down your hands, come into land
All says, low rays
Girl with a guitar says «Oh yeah»
«Oh yeah»
«Oh-h-h-h Oh yeah»
Girl with a guitar says «Oh yeah»
«Oh yeah»
«Oh-h-h-h Oh yeah»
Yeah