https://drive.google.com/open?id=15blnMFw9UBNZ3QkXsC_fBjHLC2IKTFEF Lovely Lorna

She’s got a green dress. She looks mean. She’s got red hair with a blond streak. I ask my friends, but they don’t speak. I try myself, but I’m too weak.

Has she got a story? Has she got a man? Won’t somebody tell me, if somebody can? I feel I’m slowly going insane. I need a name I can call out in vane

Lovely Lorna.

I’d spend my money on diamond or furs if only I knew what she preferred. But I’m just a poor boy of whom she’s never heard. And still I’m certain that she’s my girl!

Lovely Lorna

I ask my baseman if he’s seen that lovely woman looking so mean. He smiles sadly says: She’s not your fight. I see her leaving. She’s waving goodnight.

Leaving Lorna.