She’s So Fine
She walks with a bell-clock round her neck,
So the hippies think she’s in with time
Her hair glistens like robins on a deck
Branches attack me from her neck She’s so fine
She’s so very, very fine
The sun from a cloud sinks into her eyes
The rain from a tree soaks into her mind
Morning signs sound just like a lock
All these signs are always a stock
She’s so fine
She’s so very very fine
When I veer I get so near
But so far far far away
Listen to me today.
We united just beside a leaf
The ground was hard underneath, her, her
She’s so fine.