Shake back your hair, O red-headed girl. Let go your laughter and keep your two proud freckles on your chin. Somewhere is a man looking for a red-headed girl and some day maybe he will look into your eyes for a restaurant cashier and find a lover, maybe. Around and around go ten thousand men hunting a red headed girl with two freckles on her chin. I have seen them hunting, hunting. Shake back your hair; let go your laughter.