Tekstovi: Arno. Ginger Red.

For the first time in this life
Something strong happened deep inside
There?s always a cold sweat in his neck
She was everyone?s girl with no name

Ginger was her name
Ginger Red was her name
Ginger Red, she dyed her hair red

She gave him hope, then took it away
Like a nervous fly, she flew away
Red lips like a piece of art
But the look in her eyes, cold as a stone

Ginger was her name
Ginger Red was her name
Ginger Red, she dyed her hair red

They were young, clean and fresh
Fresh and clean like mother?s milk
She was a kind of a dancer
Who didn?t need an answer

Ginger was her name
Ginger Red was her name
Ginger Red, she dyed her hair red

(Merci a Sylvain pour cettes paroles)