5. So Nice

Well she’s standing in a queue
Starin at the Lino floor
She’s avoiding my eyes
Over at checkout number four
She’s much younger than she looks
She’s much older than she talks
But she’s never really sure
If opportunity…
Will knock.

But she’s a Nice Girl
Lives in her parent’s
Nice house
It’s a Whitehouse
She’s got eyes of Bluuuuueeeee…Ice
Golden Hair
I love her soooooo
So nice
So nice

She was conceived in a tent
She was…born to the strains of Penny Lane
She was baptized by balloons
Floating high…high…high
In the Woodstock rain
In the Woodstock rain

Well she was always movin round and round
She was always thick with dust
She could never ever find anyone
Anyone she could trust

But she’s a Nice Girl
Lives in her parent’s
Nice house
It’s a Whitehouse
She’s got eyes of Bluuuuueeeee…Ice
Golden Hair
I love her soooooo
So nice
So nice

She loves to lounge on the couch
Wrapped in flowing cotton Sari’s
Her lips are red like the sunlight
Through the dew on the holly berries

She’s a slash fire on the mountain
She’s my sunflower in the garden
She’s the one I turn to love
In the cool wet mists of Autumn
In the dark cold sharpness of Winter

She’s a Nice Girl
Lives in her parent’s
Nice house
It’s a Whitehouse
She’s got eyes of Bluuuuueeeee…blue Ice
So nice