Belter - Gerry Cinnamon

She is a belter, different from the rest

Diamonds oan' her finger and she always looks her best

She is a gangster, with a hundred-mile stare

When she walks her feet don’t touch the flare'

She is a belter

She plays wae' lightning, I’m a hundred miles high

Dishing out the thunder like a god inside the sky

She is a dancer and she dances in my dreams

Reminds me that the world is not as evil as it seems

She is a belter

No happy endings, unless fairy-tales come true

But she looks like a princess and there’s not much else to do

I think I love her

She gets underneath my skin

But I’ve been stung a few times, so I don’t let no one in

No even belter

She is a belter

She is a belter

She is a belter

How can she reach me when I’m high above the shelf?

Lost inside a smoke ring while I ponder tae' myself

Is she the answer, tae the question in my mind?

Is happiness an option, or has love just turned me blind?

Is she a belter?

No happy endings;

unless fairy-tales come true

But she looks like a princess and there’s not much else to do

I think I love her

She gets underneath my skin

But I’ve been stung a few times, so I don’t let no one in

No even belter

She is a belter

She is a belter

She is a belter