Yvonne

Y.V.O.N.N.E.
Yvonne
Light brown hair
Down around her shoulders
Yellow vest
Summer dress
And a smile
Someone said they thought
that she looked older
But she's seventeen
And I wish that
She was mine
You want to see the way
That she looked at me
Y.V.O.N.N.E.
Yvonne
Y.V.O.N.N.E.
Yvonne
How could you do this to me
Strangers come and go
Through Salthill summers
Each year see's new faces
In the sunshine
Ooh but mercy girl Yvonne
She was my favorite
Ooh she's seventeen
And I wish that
She was mine
You want to see the way
That she looked at me
Y.V.O.N.N.E.
Yvonne
Y.V.O.N.N.E.
Yvonne
Y.V.O.N.N.E.
Yvonne
Y.V.O.N.N.E.
Yvonne
How could you do this to me