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The Girl With the Flyaway Hair

What about that girl with the flyaway hair
The pigeon toe and the wingtip shoes
She was hard to pin down, wasn't she
Mystery without a clue
Just the kind of girl you liked
The kind of girl you could swear
Just appeared out of nowhere
And she had that flyaway hair
Pigeon toe and wingtip shoes
Hard to pin down, wasn't she
But you tried, didn't you

There was a rumor
'Course you believed
Her father had a killing in stocks
Little good that it did him poor guy
Found dead down on the docks
Victim of foul play, 'course they tried
To pin it on her as his only heir
But the couldn't find a law that fit her
And she slipped out with her flyaway hair
Pigeon toe and wingtip shoes
Hard to pin down, wasn't she
But you tried, didn't you

What about that stormy day you saw her
Downtown by the bus depot
Wind caught her umbrella, flipped it inside out
She just let it go
It floated up between the buildings
Everybody turned and stared
But she didn't seem to notice
And the rain fell on her flyaway hair
Pigeon toe and wingtip shoes
Hard to pin down, wasn't she
But you tried, didn't you

You followed her down a one-way street
The wind hugged her dress to her curves
In a way that let you know she knew
That you were watching her
She turned in a doorway and you followed
It was a fly-blown, fly-by-night cafe
She sat by the window, you sat across
And neither spoke. She turned away
And let you study her. She seemed
Smaller and prettier up close
With fine little lines around her eyes
And a scar across the bridge of her nose
There was something in the way she looked
Her paleness or her slenderness
That made you feel protective
You had this wave of tenderness
And you closed your eyes a moment
It was something like a prayer
And when you looked back at her
She'd disappeared with her flyaway hair
Pigeon toe and wingtip shoes
Hard to pin down, wasn't she
And she had that flyaway hair
Pigeon toe and wingtip shoes
Hard to pin down, wasn't she
And she had that flyaway hair
Pigeon toe and wingtip shoes
Hard to pin down, wasn't she
But you tried, didn't you

©1995 Annie Gallup

 

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