A Girl Called Horse

That girl, next door
She knows my name but she wants more
Got style, nice voice
But she’s not talking to bad boys

I watched her walking down the street
My neighbour says, “She’s out of reach,
For the other boys she doesn’t; care.
She cares for you” he says “I swear”

She’s in love with me – in love with me
She’s in love with me – in love with me

This boy, adores
That girl the other boys call horse
She kicks, she bites
But she won’t take me for a ride

She wears her Sunday dress on Monday – just for me
If her eyes could talk, they would say…

Come on baby, you’re the one I want
Come on baby, you’re the one I need
Come on baby, baby baby baby come on

She’s in love with me – in love with me
She’s in love with me – in love with me