Story Behind the Song
Written in June 1999 and recorded in July 1999, on the same night as "Flinders Street" and "The Party's Over." The huge majority of the lyrics to this were written by Emma Gingell, who played drums in a band I was in (I wrote the "she's up til dawn" bit). She says she wrote it about her cat, Min. I am of the opinion that Min does not exist, and is a figment of Emma's imagination. I took a photo not too long ago of Min, and you couldn't see her in the picture. Emma also says that, while she wrote it about Min, it's really about her sister Greta. That's a good thing because it means that a) it's a nice metaphor and stuff and b) a song this good wasn't totally a silly song about an imaginary cat that doesn't exist. I love the chords in this song and think it sounds the best of all the songs I did as Shada.
Lyrics
I never hear her say anything, but she looks so wise. I never hear her say anything, must be those blue-green eyes.
She's a sleepy girl, doesn't get out much. She's a sleepy girl, whips up a storm when she does.
I'd say she could handle anything, got no problems at all. I'd say she could handle anything, lands on her feet when she falls.
She's a sleepy girl, doesn't get out much. She's a sleepy girl, whips up a storm when she does. And she's up til dawn. She makes it up as she goes along.
She's not fond of the simple things, she plays it cool. She's not fond of the simple things, won't mess around with a fool.
She's a sleepy girl, doesn't get out much. She's a sleepy girl, whips up a storm when she does. She's a sleepy girl.
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