Honey, whenever you pass by,
Ya’ turn the heads of the passers by,
Even the birds fall out of the sky,
Just to take a second look as you pass by.
Maybe it’s that my eyesight’s not so good,
I would be seeing you more often, if I could
Marvelling ya’ beauty, like a flower bud,
Everyone turns their heads, as I would.
Ya’ turn heads on the bus, too,
Even the ticket collector adores the sight of you,
He dropped a ticket on the number 22,
All because he saw an image of you.
Babe, ya’ turn heads,
The whole street’s spinnin’ around,
Tryin’ to glimpse ya’
‘Cos ya’ so spectacular, I found.
At the end of a busy day,
I always relax to the music I play,
I’m losin’ my mind, as we rewind,
It’s because of the spectacle of you, I find … (repeat to fade).
© Jacqueline Richards 2008
