Dressed in a skirt, she spins in my head. 
Creates the day I'll never forget. 
She abuses the thoughts of friends. 
Shakes her hips but no romance. 
She blows away our last refuse. 
Body tools makin' snaky moves. 
She's in my vains, absorbing bit by bit. 
Blond hair and her blue eye hit. 

Blue eye hit, blond hair and her … 
Blue eye hit, blond hair and her … 
Blue eye hit, blond hair and her … 
Blue eye hit, blond hair and her … 

Messin’ up her mind from fall to fall.
No skirt, no future at all.
A trace of passion, she leaves in my hand.
No, sorry, I don’t understand.
If you colour her life, black is all you can get.
Washed away by the waterbed.
Her love parade queues up a line.
For a paradise without sunshine. 

Blue eye hit, blond hair and her …
Blue eye hit, blond hair and her … 
Blue eye hit, blond hair and her … 
Blue eye hit, blond hair and her … 

Blue eye hit, blond hair and her … 
Blue eye hit, blond hair and her … 
Blue eye hit, blond hair and her … 
Blue eye hit, blond hair and her … 


(c) Supergum