ginger-marie

2024-05, words & music by H. LANGE

SHE IS SITTIN' EVERY MORNIN' UNTIL AFTERNOON
IN FRONT OF THE RECEPTION OF HER LIFE
SHE IS LOOKIN' TO THE CARS PASSIN' BY HER CAMPSITE
SHE'S SO LONELY LOOKIN' FOR A VAN TO DRIVE
AWAY WITH HER – TO BE A WOMAN, NOT A GIRL

IT'S THE SWEETEST KIND OF SADNESS, IT'S THE SWEETEST KIND OF FEAR
NOT TO GET THE POSSIBILITY TO LEAVE
IF YOU TRY TO HIDE YOUR LONGINGS, IF YOU TRY TO HIDE YOUR TEAR
YOU ARE ALWAYS WAITIN' FOR ANOTHER THIEF
TO TAKE YOUR HEART – SO COOL AND SMART

GINGER-MARIE,YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO FREE
I'M FALLIN' DOWN ON MY KNEES TO GET GINGER-MARIE
GINGER-MARIE,YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO FREE
I'M FALLIN' DOWN ON MY KNEES TO GET GINGER-MARIE

SO I FOUND HER ON A TUESDAY IN JULY SOME YEARS BEFORE
AND I LOOKED RIGHT IN HER EYES, SO SHE COULDN'T IGNORE
I FELT THE DREAMS BEHIND HER FACE AND I TALKED TO HER HEART
COME ON LITTLE CAMPSITE-HONEY, I WILL SHOW YOU HOW TO START

GINGER-MARIE,YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO FREE
I'M FALLIN' DOWN ON MY KNEES TO GET GINGER-MARIE

I FOUND HER ON A TUESDAY IN JULY
I HAVE TO SEE HER AGAIN BEFORE I'M GONNA DIE

GINGER-MARIE,YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO FREE (...)
(COME ON LITTLE CAMPSITE-HONEY … GINGER-MARIE … COME ON LITTLE ...)