A GIRL WITH A UKULELE
(words and music E.P. Schwartz)
Christmas lights on her bedroom wall
her cherry red lips against skin like a China doll
her shoulder tattoo and her vintage clothes
her pin-up girl hair and ring in her nose
She's a girl with a ukulele
a young thing with a flower behind her ear
strumming away on YouTube like she's on some South Pacific isle
because she knows we'd rather be there than here
Her cat's eye glasses are all the rage
and she cuts her bangs like Bettie Page
she prowls the night for Tiki bars and tacky kitsch
and just the right vinyl to scratch that itch
She's a girl with a ukulele
she tries to find beauty every day
and sitting here in my cynical forty-two
I wish I could see life her way
She'd be at home singing to sailors on a beach
Pearl Harbor before the war
blowing kisses to swabbies beneath a Hawaiian moon
a sultry strum to remind them what they're fighting for
She's a girl with a ukulele
we should walk a thrift store mile in her shoes
we should all be more like the effervescent, pixie girl
We'd all see the world sparkle like when it was new
Mahalo, girl with a ukulele
I probably love you, you passing strange
a simple tune to bedazzle a weathered soul
and a life that's her's to change
This song is an original composition and I hold all the rights.