she comes in colors everywhere, she combs her hair
well, i heard so much about london, i decided to check it out
something in her style that shows me
she was a working girl north of england way, now she's hit the big time in the usa
she would never say where she came from
you're reading all them high fashion magazines, the clothes you're wearing girl they're causing public scenes
weddings, parties, anything
the water’s warm and children swim, and we frolicked about in our summer skin
and you, you keep me warm
she's a wonderful lady and she's all mine, and there doesn't seem a way that she won't come and lose my mind
why do my thoughts loom so large on me? they seem to stay for day after day, and won't disappear, i've tried every way
How to be like Bebe Buell