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.