She Was Not The Girl Next Door but The Girl From Around The Corner it Was At The Tail End Of Grade Four when She Came To School One Morning and All Eyes Were Upon Her as She Took Her Seat her Name Was Amanda with Pretty Eyes Of Green and Hair Of Blonde strawberry Blonde
springtime And Dandelions and Summer Around The Corner was At The Tail End Of Age Nine with A Million Dreams Before Her she Lived With Her Mother in An Old Decrepit House if There Was Trouble At Home she Kept It To Herself all Summer Long the Strawberry Blonde
and By Her Face There Was No Way To Tell it Seemed Like All Was Well, In Her World but The Neighbours Said Her Mother Had Lost Her Will to Gin And Sleeping Pills, It Was No Life For A Little Girl
still I See Her Face Framed In Blue Sky at The Top Of A Slide Coming Down and When The Sirens Wailed Her Mother Had Failed To Rise all The Neighbours Stood Outside As Amanda Just Stared At The Ground
time Flies And Years Are Piled i'd Forgotten All About Her when I Saw Her Down The Aisle of A Streetcar With Her Daughter then I Heard Amanda Say as She Got Up 'come On, Samantha, Girl this Is Our Stop' and They Were Gone two Strawberry Blondes