She is a missing person Missing person Missing person, missing person I've been asking some people, if they remember A girl they forgot, with brown eyes, hair cut, red dress Have you seen her? I think she's much leaner I guess she is missing, it's true

I love you 'cause your deuces are wild, girl Like a double shot of lovin' so fine I've been lovin' you since you was a child, girl 'Cause you and me is two of a kind I love to look into your big brown eyes They talk to me and seem to hypnotize You say

And a rovin, a rovin, a rovin I'll go For a pair of brown eyes One summer evening drunk to hell I stood there nearly lifeless An old man in the corner sang Where the water lilies grow And on the jukebox johnny sang About a thing called love And its how

With brown eyes shining, shore light on the way to go, And we lost sight of it, and breath tide up in someone's hold, That you're the best moment I have ever known. Oh, I bite my tongue, that you maybe the first to the wind 'Cause I heard each song, the

Pagan baby, won't you walk with me? Pagan baby, come on home with me. Pagan baby, take me for a ride. Roll me, baby, roll your big, brown eyes. Yeah! ooh! ooh! Pagan baby, let me make your name. Drive it, baby, drive your big love game. Pagan baby, what

I couldn't resist him His eyes were like yours His hair was exactly the shade of brown He's just not as tall, but I couldn't tell It was dark and I was lying down You are everything he means nothing to me I can't even remember his name Why're you so

This feeling that I'm feeling No it don't quit It's like half of me is missing Heaven knows it That all I wanna do is Be alone with Your brown eyes all tangled up Just holding, onto you tonight until morning Baby that's the damn truth

Princess, little honey with the polka dot dress on Ruby-lipped lady whose name I don't know Let me tell you, darling Brown skin girl on the other side of the room Brown skin girl staring with her brown eyes Oh, baby, don't you know you're a cutie pie Oh

You point to the sky Is reflected in your eyes Want to fly On a carpet of brown leaves We retrace the steps of change Construct a tapestry of what will come You point to the sea

She screams with those eyes I have lived in a junkyard Where the weeds eat up the rain If you get anything there even out of place You know there's hell to pay And he said "you're as sick as you are lovely And in need of a hand" He tells me "you are