Erica

Erica would much prefer to hide behind her hair Conveniently you cannot see her face Though she keeps her mind wide open To the affluent society And the mystery's still kept up in her hair Why don't you just stop and say One word or two or maybe more With a face like yours right away I'm sure One day I caught you running with the wind I can smell the perfume in the garden of her hair Mirrors and reflections I can see Though I never get quite close enough Because I stop and stare And the mystery's still kept up in her hair