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

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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