Tekster:
Beach Boys Here She Comes

Ricky Fataar/Blondie Chaplin Here she comes Breathing life in to my thoughts There she goes Leaves a portrait in my soul Rolling in madness She does

Here she comes Breathing life in to my thoughts There she goes Leaves a portrait in my soul Rolling in madness She does everything to me Wherever she

Here she comes Breathing life in to my thoughts There she goes Leaves a portrait in my soul Rolling in madness She does everything to me Wherever she

She said I am the one who will dance on the floor in the round [2nd verse] She told me her name was Billie Jean, as she caused a scene Then every

fair, she read about herself in the Bible Believin? she the reason sin is here You played her with an apron like, ?Bring me my dinner, dear? She the nigger here

beach I'm okay I wont play I love the bait Just like I love LA Venice beach And Palm Springs Summer time is everything Come on boys Hanging out All

she didn't make (oh, ya) I get so mad that I could slap her actin like she Cleopatra (ya ya, hey) ain't no need to ask she's a slave to the money and

we'll be free All the promises'll be broken There were ghosts in the eyes Of all the boys you sent away They haunt this dusty beach road In the skeleton

t gotta clue --spoken: "now here comes the big ones. relationships! we all got 'em, we All want 'em. what do we do with 'em? Here we go, I'll tell