Little Song Lyrics - Steve Kilbey

Alright 

She lives by the sea in a funny little house 

She's got an african manager and some indian cows 

She seems so distracted by the waves and the sand 

She practises white magic on a black baby grand 

It's not about right or wrong 

It's just a little song 

The people next door stole some chickens, everyone wants to be friends 

Cindy is just a beautician practicing her self-defence 

Joey is greasing the chevy tattooed and awful thin 

Swearing that the light is heavy, dreaming about mortal sin 

She rolls the dice to determine her future 

You can walk in her shoes if you think that they suit 'ya 

She can put on an accent, she can pull on a leg 

To proud to beseech you, too humble to beg