She is not like other girls
Wearing sheepskin on her feet
Cleans her hair with palm tree oils
But she’s never seen the beach
Conversations deep
As oceans breach beneath the sands
But every time you think you’ve caught her hand
She just slips
Right out of reach
Out of reach
She is not like other girls
Wearing venom on her lips
Don’t forget to rub it in
And seal them with a kiss
We have talked for days and days
Of love and life, our plans
But, every time you think you’ve cause her hand
She just slips
Right out of reach
Out of reach