Greta
Rhinestone collections all the time
I wonder what Greta would say
Another lady, another time
Another heartbroken state of mind
Alone in her chambers
She dreams of her home
Outside, she's got a movie star view
Outcries, "Well, where will the kings go
Where will the kings go now?"
She's got her eyes wide open
And she's ready to stare you down
She says in words unspoken
She's from out of town
Well, some cry, well, I really don't dance down
Stormy weather, it cuts like a knife
She's got her bags packed
And she's off to the valley where the sun meets the sea
You understand that, she wants to live by the ocean
And no one is pleased, she gets a house in the mountains
The next day, the next day she leaves the station
Do you really wanna change her (do you really wanna change her)
Or is it your right?
Ooh, alone in her chambers she dreams of her home
In a very real way, she's the purist art form
I bet she said, just how many art lovers can one get to know?
She doesn't have an hour, she doesn't have five minutes
She's got to go
She's got her bags packed
And she's off to the valley where the sun meets the sea
You understand that, she wants to live by the ocean
And no one is pleased, she gets a house in the mountains
The next day, the next day she leaves the station
I wonder what Greta would say
Well, I wonder what Greta would say
I wonder what Greta would say
Ooh, she's got a movie star view
"Oh well, where will the kings go
Where will the kings go now?"
Say Greta
Say Greta
I wonder what Greta would say
Another lady, another time
Another heartbroken state of mind
Alone in her chambers
She dreams of her home
Outside, she's got a movie star view
Outcries, "Well, where will the kings go
Where will the kings go now?"
She's got her eyes wide open
And she's ready to stare you down
She says in words unspoken
She's from out of town
Well, some cry, well, I really don't dance down
Stormy weather, it cuts like a knife
She's got her bags packed
And she's off to the valley where the sun meets the sea
You understand that, she wants to live by the ocean
And no one is pleased, she gets a house in the mountains
The next day, the next day she leaves the station
Do you really wanna change her (do you really wanna change her)
Or is it your right?
Ooh, alone in her chambers she dreams of her home
In a very real way, she's the purist art form
I bet she said, just how many art lovers can one get to know?
She doesn't have an hour, she doesn't have five minutes
She's got to go
She's got her bags packed
And she's off to the valley where the sun meets the sea
You understand that, she wants to live by the ocean
And no one is pleased, she gets a house in the mountains
The next day, the next day she leaves the station
I wonder what Greta would say
Well, I wonder what Greta would say
I wonder what Greta would say
Ooh, she's got a movie star view
"Oh well, where will the kings go
Where will the kings go now?"
Say Greta
Say Greta
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Writer(s): Stevie Nicks, Michael W. Campbell
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