Gina in the King's Road, 1968   Blond hair and eyeshadow , I hyperventilate   Purple leather mini, legs up to there   Don't you cast expressions   On my naugahyde affair      She can make you believe   You're feeling almost sincere   And every day's new years eve   She's giggling in your ear   And yet she's so hard to reach   Although she's so close at hand   I'm like a wave on her beach   Sinking in the sand      Everyone went out with her, everyone knew why   No one ever stayed around, no one ever tried   Now Gina drowns her sorrows, drinks away the night   She's wrapped around some stranger, hanging on for life      She can make you believe   You're feeling almost sincere   And every day's new years eve   She's giggling in your ear   And yet she's so hard to reach   Although she's so close at hand   I'm like a wave on her beach   Sinking in the sand      Now Gina in the King's Road, in a raincoat shimmering white   Hands thrust in her pockets like Julie Christie might   Looks up into the distance, puckers up her lips   I don't stop to talk to her,we're just passing ships      She can make you believe   You're feeling almost sincere   And every day's new years eve   She's giggling in your ear   And yet she's so hard to reach   Although she's so close at hand   I'm like a wave on her beach   Sinking in the sand