Lyrics

Ringlets

Looking at the people in the shiny boxes
Mary?s going barefoot cause she has no shoes
Takes the sand and lets it fill her to her ankles
And I?ve got the blues

Tearing pieces of the paper for a penny
Mary uses buckles for to tie her shoes
Forget the crowded beach and meet me here on Sunday
I?ve got the blues

Listen to the sea and she will tell you one thing
Arms up to the breeze and you can never lose
Turns into the sun and sets her rays upon you
And I?ve got the blues

Ringlets in her hair so she can hear much better
By this time she?d forgotten about her shoes
Walking all alone along the crowded shoreline
And I?ve got the blues

©2004 Leighton Christopher-Smith (pseudonym for Robert Mendonsa)
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