The blondes are the best
The brunettes are the beautiful
And then there's the Ginger
Not the Ginger but the Ginger
Now not all blondes are the best
And not all brunettes are the beautiful
But this ginger.... This beautiful, flaming ginger
The way her fire adapts to the wind
I believe her smile kindles the fire
A fire I would gladly burn myself with
I would burn my fingers, my hands, I'd even burn my lips if she liked
But she does not
Alas, that does not phase me
Her deep sound will always soothe me
Her fire to always burn
And keep me coming back for more
