Head Over Heels The Visitors

I have a very good friend
The kind of girl who likes to follow a trend
She has a personal style
Some people like it, others tend to go wild
You hear her voice everywhere, taking the chair
She’s a leading lady

And with no trace of hesitation she keeps going head over heels
Breaking her way, pushing through unknown jungles everyday
She’s a girl with a taste for the world
The world is like a playing-ground, where she goes rushing head over heels
Setting the pace, running the gauntlet in a whirl of lace
She’s extreme if you know what I mean

Her man is one I admire
He’s so courageos but he’s constantly tired
Each time when he speaks his mind
She pats his head and says: That’s all very fine
Exert that will of your own, when you’re alone
Now we’d better hurry

And with no trace of hesitation she keeps going head over heels
Breaking her way, pushing through unknown jungles everyday
She’s a girl with a taste for the world
The world is like a playing-ground, where she goes rushing head over heels
Setting the pace, running the gauntlet in a whirl of lace
She’s extreme if you know what I mean

You hear her voice everywhere, taking the chair
She’s a leading lady

And with no trace of hesitation she keeps going head over heels
Breaking her way, pushing through unknown jungles everyday
She’s a girl with a taste for the world
The world is like a playing-ground, where she goes rushing head over heels
Setting the pace, running the gauntlet in a whirl of lace
She’s extreme if you know what I mean

She’s just one of those who always has to do whatever she please
And she goes head over heels