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
Copyright: Moran/Doherty/Carton/Donnelly
