Skinhead Girl
Monty Neysmith
There she goes, walking down the old streets, yeah.
Hair cropped short, boots & jeans.
I couldn't believe my eyes, that girl was out of a book.
She was my height, my weight, my size, with braces and blue jeans.
She was my Skinhead girl, yes she was my skinhead girl.
I make up my mind, I'm gonna be courageous, yeah.
Stretching my hand, and touch her gentle.
She looked at me and smiled, I know that smile was for me.
She was my height, my weight, my size, with braces and blue jeans.
She was my Skinhead girl, yes she was my skinhead girl
