Here she come yeah. Doing that thing yeah. Make the boys go wild. Yeah sweet child. . She do a dance. Slides down a pole. She turn a backflip. Make your heart roll.
Well I met her in the garden. Underneath that old apple tree. Sitting with a handful of flowers. Looking as cool as can be. We talked away a couple of hours.
She makes the place a jumpin'. The way she move around. She like a romp and rollin'. That when she get it out. And when she start a rockin'. She bring me to the boil.