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 the guitar says "Oh yeah" "Oh yeah" "Oh-h-h-h Oh yeah" Sharp line contrivance seems like long ago Leaves hanging low, Henri Rousseau down your lane Sometimes your breath's too short to understand Throw down your hands, come into land In Alsace Lorraine Girl with the guitar says "Oh yeah" "Oh yeah" "Oh-h-h-h Oh yeah" Girl with the guitar says "Oh yeah" "Oh yeah" "Oh-h-h-h Oh yeah" Yeah