| Song | She Was Out There |
| Artist | Ron Wood |
| Album | 1234 |
| 作曲 : Wood | |
| Through the air | |
| I love that sound | |
| I played all the notes | |
| All through the time | |
| Try, mama, tell her | |
| Play it like a summer | |
| Run your back to midnight | |
| since they sank a puppy down there | |
| Where can I in the night | |
| She lives out there | |
| She was twelve feet tall | |
| And I wish she was twelve years old | |
| She was twelve feet tall | |
| And I wish she was twelve years old | |
| She was, she was out there | |
| She was, she was out there | |
| She was, she was out there | |
| She was, she was out there | |
| etc. Pay you bounty | |
| Play, yeah | |
| it's coming like run | |
| She was bit of bad news | |
| She was a miserable dance | |
| To the rock of the fortified mind again | |
| Danced to the rocks beat | |
| Kind of rolling she's again | |
| Frustrated, excommunicated | |
| And you've created and tempted | |
| Whatever am I to do now | |
| She is due to hold there | |
| She's twelve feet tall | |
| And I wish she was twelve years old | |
| She's twelve feet tall | |
| And I wish she was twelve years old | |
| She was, she was out there | |
| She was, she was out there | |
| She was, she was out there | |
| etc. . . |
| zuò qǔ : Wood | |
| Through the air | |
| I love that sound | |
| I played all the notes | |
| All through the time | |
| Try, mama, tell her | |
| Play it like a summer | |
| Run your back to midnight | |
| since they sank a puppy down there | |
| Where can I in the night | |
| She lives out there | |
| She was twelve feet tall | |
| And I wish she was twelve years old | |
| She was twelve feet tall | |
| And I wish she was twelve years old | |
| She was, she was out there | |
| She was, she was out there | |
| She was, she was out there | |
| She was, she was out there | |
| etc. Pay you bounty | |
| Play, yeah | |
| it' s coming like run | |
| She was bit of bad news | |
| She was a miserable dance | |
| To the rock of the fortified mind again | |
| Danced to the rocks beat | |
| Kind of rolling she' s again | |
| Frustrated, excommunicated | |
| And you' ve created and tempted | |
| Whatever am I to do now | |
| She is due to hold there | |
| She' s twelve feet tall | |
| And I wish she was twelve years old | |
| She' s twelve feet tall | |
| And I wish she was twelve years old | |
| She was, she was out there | |
| She was, she was out there | |
| She was, she was out there | |
| etc. . . |