Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Little Red-Haired Girl, artist - Ezra Furman. Date of issue: 01.04.2013
Song language: English
The Little Red-Haired Girl |
| Chicago wind almost knocked me over |
| Hurricane Andy’s got me running for cover |
| And I forgot if there was any other |
| People in the world, besides me and you |
| I’m breaking through a brick wall |
| That’s been standing for hours |
| I hide my head from the scattered showers |
| The hurricane is gonna knock down towers tonight |
| Perhaps you’re wondering if I’m available |
| Well don’t worry about it, baby, I’m available |
| I’m available |
| I’m so available |
| Little red-haired girl |
| Don’t pass right by my table |
| I am so unable |
| To conceal my lust |
| Red-haired girl |
| You hold the keys to my unbridled fury |
| I’m walking home although the snow’s in flurries |
| And none of that could ever make me hurry as I pass your house |
| Green with white shutters |
| Storm clouds gather in my tearducts |
| It’s gettin' cold so I wear my earmuffs |
| All the emotions are making me fear a coup d’etat |
| On my central nervous system |
| Perhaps you’re unnerved by my honesty |
| Well don’t worry about it, baby, I don’t need honesty |
| Who needs honesty? |
| Forget about honesty |
| I hate honesty |
| Little red-haired girl |
| Don’t pass me on the sidewalk |
| Cause everytime our eyes lock |
| I can’t feel the freezing rain |
| Oh little red-haired girl |
| Ah, baby, aw, alright, alright, I’m, I’mma just, just wait |
| Little red-haired girl |
| Good grief |
| Ah yes |
| It’s, it’s just our first record |
| I want you to fall in love with me |
| I want you put your little white hand over my pretty red mouth |
| After the flood there was a big block party |
| The streets were rivers like that town in Italy |
| I wore my khakis so you wouldn’t call me ugly |
| The hail was hammering my eyes, I couldn’t see |
| And every few nights I would dream about you |
| And it makes me wanna sing this song to you |
| But you don’t like this song |
| I don’t have to sing this song |
| I’ll never sing this song again |
| Little red-haired girl |
| Don’t pass right by my table |
| I am so unable |
| To conceal my love |
| Little red-haired girl |
| Don’t pass me on the sidewalk |
| Cause everytime our eyes lock |
| I can hear that hurricane |
| Red-haired girl |
| Oh, baby, baby |
| I wanna take a walk with you |
| On the sand |