Siobhan

Siobhan, you're looking so fine
Siobhan, want you to be mine
We'll run away, the two of us
Our chariot, a Greyhound bus

Siobhan, you're looking so fine
Siobhan, want you to be mine
You Irish girls, you're all the same
I never know how to spell your name

Oh Siobhan, how can this be wrong
Oh Siobhan, how can this, how can this be wrong
Oh Siobhan, summer's almost gone
Oh Siobhan, can't you see what's going on

Siobhan, you're looking so fine
Siobhan, you belong to the sunshine
There's nothing left for you or me
But you're here, here again

Oh Siobhan, how can this be wrong
Oh Siobhan, how can this, how can this be wrong
Oh Siobhan, summer's almost gone
Oh Siobhan, can't you see what's going on

Siobhan
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