Girl With the Crimson Hair Lyrics

Spit-shine, dressed so fancy
So fine, hope that she's there
Waiting for you; 'round the corner:
The girl with the crimson hair
Oh my, ballroom is crowded
Whoopie, everyone's there
All you care 'bout, all she wants is
The girl with the crimson hair
You take her hand, she knows the score
Swingin' and swayin' on the dance floor
When you romp and stomp and hold her tight
Until midnight!
The girl with the crimson hair

(Repeat)