Who's that girl - the one that I remember? Who was she, with her arms wrapped around the world? Hold on tight to the days when you were younger. One fine day you'll be askin', "Who's that girl?" I love the place where I come from. . . I'm happy where I am. . . Can't stop chasing the tigers tail; I'm tempted to taste some bitter delight. Why is it so sublime. . . to loose myself in the moment? Maybe I'll never know. Who's that girl? When did I last see outside my window - looking out on the peachy sky. . . Smelling the sweet sweet air south of the river, with my drink winched firmly between my thighs. Who's that girl? Who's that girl? Who's that girl? Who's that girl? who's that girl?
Maybe I'll never know.
BETH ROWLEY/ ROD BOWKETT