Tall girl - brown hair,
Looked just like all the rest,
Might be average,

But I'm confused I love here,

Is it my head? I just can't think now,

It seems that I am caught in a web...
Is it my head? I just can't think now,
It seems that I am caught in a web...


I turned away,
Hid - but she saw me,

It was childish,
Hiding in a wardrobe,
It seemed like a

good idea at the time...

Is it my head?...


What the hell should
I do from now on?

I can't do this,
Run away forever,
It seems simpler

to buy a hat and grow a beard

Is it my head?...


But I turned round - plucked up my courage,
I kneeled down and held out my hand and

She laughed loudly - ruffled my hair and
I sighed deeply - I'll never wash that, it
smells like perfume - I need her dress now,

I turned round and my friends were laughing.