Where is she?
The girl with the mandolin
Wearing the cheesecloth dress
With flowers in her hair
And sandals on her feet
Where is she?
She's not there
And she's no longer here
With her cashmere smile
And stars in her eyes
Where is she?
I imagine her well
With some handsome chap
And a handful of girls
All radiating bliss
Where is she?
She's nowhere to be seen
By the likes of me
And my jealous kind
That's where she is
I'm out of my mind
She's escaped too
That's where she is
And that's where I am
Dust in her tracks
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