I don't even know her
But she's coming over
Crimson and Clover
My minds such a sweet thing
I wanna do everything
I wish I could know her
But it's already over
Crimson and Clover
He was the golden haired Apollo, amongst the Jazz crazy
A dreamy Keats with a passion to dance
He was the one you noticed in the crowd
The lonely one
We lived in a world of beautiful plans, and golden delusions
Crimson and clover (Over and over)
