Good Stuff

If it's not a hymn, my first record, Groovy Kind of Love, The Mindbenders. I think so. It reminds me of Kathy. It was her song; it reminded her of a guy called Jeff.
Or maybe it should be Her Hair Was Yellow. Don't know the singer but you can find out, yes? It went: Her hair was yellow, her eyes were blue, her heart was golden, her love was true. I brought her sorrow and broke her heart in two; farewell sweet yellow hair and eyes of blue.
She was Christine, we were eleven, twelve, something like that. I used to lie on the copper roof of the church opposite her house, waiting for her parents to go out, then we'd (I always had ...