Hey there grren eyes you are just in time,

You're under my knife.

I will clean you up and show you then to all of my friends

And we will walk around town hand in hand,

To show them you're mine

And I will write you some rock and roll song that goes something like



this...



CHORUS

Whoa-oh hey green eyes,

Whoa-oh just in time,

Whoa-oh I am all that you need



Hey there brown hair you will complimeant my image this week,

And we will get along fine just as long as you never speak.

And I'll try not to break your heart darling if you keep smiling.

I'll just keep you on the shelf