Hazel

Hazel, dirty-blonde hair,

I wouldn’t be ashamed to be seen with you anywhere，

You got something I want plenty of,

Ooh, a little touch of your love,

Hazel, stardust in your eye,

You’re goin’ somewhere and so am I，

I’d give you the sky high above，

Ooh, for a little touch of your love,

Oh no, I don’t need any reminder，

To know how much I really care,

But it’s just making me blinder and blinder，

Because I’m up on a hill and still you’re not there，

Hazel, you called and I came,

Now don’t make me play this waiting game，

You’ve got something I want plenty of，

Ooh, a little touch of your love.