Mirrored sunglasses

Picturebook smile from the magazine

She moved just like a woman

But she was only seventeen

I'm going to get me some white pants

I'm going to get me a rich man's daughter

I've seen her looking so fine you know

On the sand down by the water

 

Take off the sunglasses

Little darling I could show you how

If you're afraid of the real thing

You'd better back up two times now

Take off the sunglasses

And show me something that money can't buy

No mirrored sunglasses

Ever going to hide the fog behind your eyes

 

All of my friends girl

They've got no money to be throwing away

Keeping one eye open for good luck

Keep on working hard so the good luck stays

You don't get free for free

There's a shadow hanging over the past

You're laughing at something you can't see

But you still have the nerve to ask