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

Composição: Bob Cowsill / Paul Cowsill