Irish Girl

She looks at me with hazel eyes, her flaming hair seems to come alive
When she laughs that woman cuts me to the core
Her skin is lovely porcelain, she can slam those guinness one by one
And follow up with a shot of Tullamore
I can’t think straight, she won’t let me concentrate, I cannot wait…
She’s the crowning jewel of the Emerald Isle
She can melt your heart with just a
smile, the cutest little accent I’ve ever heard
She got a shamrock bow tied in her
hair, does what she wants and she don’t care
She can take me on a trip around the world… My Irish Girl
She loves to drink, loves to fight,
she’s passionate and can dance all night
At the end of the rainbow she’s my pot of gold
Got stories that she likes to tell, bout Belfast, Dublin, and Kinsale
Her body’s young but her spirit’s kinda old