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.