The Girl With Red Hair, Freckles and An Upturned Nose

I met a girl once; more like noticed her I have to admit. A girl with red hair, freckles and an upturned nose. The girl with red hair, freckles and an upturned nose. Oh; I noticed her. Music can bring back memories for me. If you want to make me sad; play: «here comes the sun» or «while my guitar gentle weeps». A LP my mother had; that reminds me of her death. This story starts with a movie; The Big Chill. A movie about a man who kills himself. More comedy than drama. Music that I love. I sat there in the dark; noticing her. One row in front of me; two seats to the left. Good looking, crying. I saw her hand wiping tears from her face. A few weeks later, in a pub. Drinking with friends. I overheard a group of girls, in the booth behind me. Talking about music that they would: Wish people would play for them. A girl, the girl, touched my shoulder. She asked what I would play for her: I answered «baby stop crying». Her group left; Looking at me, so did she. I met her again; in a library. She asked why; I would play «baby stop crying». I told her about the first time I saw her. We both had mothers that committed suicide. I remember sitting side by side. Sitting almost as one. We went to a movie; sitting in the dark. I don’t remember the movie; I remember her. I was in love. She was looking for a friend. We helped each other through the night. We each had Pandoras box; to handle. I invited her home. She stayed the night. She invited me to Chistmas dinner. The first time I was invited to her place. A very small apartment. Looking out: the city had slowed down. Snow falling;like a B&W photograph. It was warm inside; with her. She had bought a chrismas tree. A slender tree, left alone. A tree left waiting. A fitting tree; for her apartment. I gave her a bottle of vine. I gave her a single; «Fire», with Pointed Sister. I gave her a LP; «Black and White». I remember the record store; the seller wishing me good luck. The christmas tree looked perfect in the morning light. Santa Claus hat on top; Red bra round its middle. I hummed that morning. You should have seen my face. You should have seen my smile. Walking home; knowing I would meet her again. Humming along to the song «Slow Hand». I still turn around; When a girl with red hair, Freckles or an upturned nose walks by. I know I will never forget that tree; or her. So play; please play: “You can’t always get what you want”, With The Rolling Stones, for me. I will remember; getting what I needed.