Graham Wright

On the Greyhound to the town where you grew up, You were holding hands with Mary Anne, You didn't know her eyes were shut. On the highway where the cities disappear, Oh my god she looks so beautiful, A pencil tucked behind her ear Oh! She looks so go

My baby's a gimp oh yeah she walks with a limp But she don't want no sympathy (no, no, no) She colours her lips oh yeah she leads with her hips But she can't take her eyes off me (oh, oh, oh) My girl is so hip, you know, she talks with a lisp Yeah sh