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

She looked at me

Y.V.O.N.N.E.

Strangers come and go

Through Salthill summers

Each year see's new faces

In the sunshine

But mercy girl Yvonne

She was my favourite

She's seventeen

And I wish that

She was mine

You want to see the way

She looked at me

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